A real African band is playing and singing in the park at sunset, while little kids in white karate outfits practice tumbling moves on a swath of darkening green.
Grey-blue clouds stripe an orange sky as the infectious primal rhythm seeps into the blood and sends one to bouncing. Shoulders sway behind the computer, keyboard tapping a syncopated counterpoint. The voices call and answer in a song that's half-chant, half night-bird trill.
I have much to do and say but the music, she steals my mind away.
I think this is a good thing.
Grey-blue clouds stripe an orange sky as the infectious primal rhythm seeps into the blood and sends one to bouncing. Shoulders sway behind the computer, keyboard tapping a syncopated counterpoint. The voices call and answer in a song that's half-chant, half night-bird trill.
I have much to do and say but the music, she steals my mind away.
I think this is a good thing.
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Date: 2006-04-25 04:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-25 05:30 am (UTC)I have homework. Homework I stayed home to do. But... between the family stuff and tiredness and beautiful weather it's an uphill battle.
Icarus
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Date: 2006-05-01 12:07 pm (UTC)where for thou art, lovely moments? come back to me!