astronomy

Andrew

It’s August but everyone is in jackets. Cigarette smoke is blown out through puckered lips like watching your breath in winter. I sat to listen to the jazz band. Leaves on the trees, arranged in lines ahead and behind, are shimmering together- noisy dancing, singing and dancing. The long shadows are crawling, the low sun swims through the beautiful hair of young women, who chase time with their movement, who swing in sync with the music, as they step over shadows.