standing in the warmth of a puddle of light.
It's a pretty sun-day and I was just walking down the street to get to rehearsals, and I was thinking how many pretty people I was passing. I took it in, and listened for the sounds around me, when I noticed a rhythmic thunk of metal against metal before I saw two men hunkering away at roadside work at the traffic light junction just ahead of me. I thought about how it was that we could know before we even see, and somehow, it penetrated through me and my bones which made me feel the way my heart acts before realising that I had somehow fallen for you.
And then I spent the rest of the way, head dipped into my own words, the sun's warmth ever present on my face.
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