we only come out at night

hit me.

this song is magic to my ears and to my new hat.

in no particular order, the past 12 hours have consisted of a few things: the sort of sunrise, ugly singing, the point, calm water, the winter solstice, pretty snowflakes, an abandoned church, awkward sleeping positions, a pull top tin can with three 19 year olds inside, tripping over cats, laying on the street, old ladies hugging old men in the middle of the street, bumping & jumping, thirteen, and a couple walks around the block.