On Solitude

  1. Sitting on the balcony after eating the spiciest curry I've ever made (not intentional, but not unwelcome)
  2. And drinking a glass of stale red wine
  3. A neighbor is blasting Sinatra
  4. It feels like it's bouncing off of everybody's windows, reverberating through the hills
  5. Somewhere else, on some other balcony just within earshot a woman is laughing, and there's a man's voice mixed in
  6. Then she says "that's awesome" in this somehow loud but sighing voice
  7. My toes are cold
  8. And the light is almost perfect, just needs like 15 minutes.