Funny how laughing really kicks you up a notch. I was talking with Neroli today, and I felt so happy I couldn't help myself from laughing. I was having a pretty bad week, what with end of session rushing...She's pretty nice, but I don't know how I'll handle it with the Tunisian girl and the Brunette. I mean, last time I was dancing with three girls (which was not a long time ago...do men ever learn?) it didn't work. Of course, by dancing, I mean nothing close to commitment. I'm all for commitment, but not with three different women at the same time. I mean, think of the jeweller's bill! Egads! Last time I spent something on my girlfriend, it ended up costing me a sizeable fortune (for a teenager) in one night, (including an eighteen carat gold necklace...), not that I care about money.
The mist falls on Quebec city, the French valley. It sprays a fine blue tint on the buildings downtown. People look, as I look, at the painting etched on the dying day's face. Miles Davis' Flamenco Sketches come to mind; life takes a break. A few people linger on their doorsteps, watching the sun burn a trace on the naked trees. On the balconies, high up, young women look through gentle glass, with pensive eyes, at the coming calm. Young men, their jest stolen, stand with hands in their pockets; eyes with a grin at the future. For once, people are happy. Some even smile. The departed once again become dear. Babies make small soft laughs in their parents' arms; the birds of Autumn glisten in love and adoration of the musical northern winds .
The cigarettes burn themselves off, slowly, in their owner's hands. Then suddenly, twillight, and no more.
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