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The forest green of the trees contrasts so greatly against the soft pastels in the sky; Did someone paint this neighborhood? The odors of garlic & parsley wafting from across the charcoal street. Hums of today's news, all the latest gossip, ooh'ing and ah'ing; endless snippets of candlelight chatter. Occasional dollops of light peering up from sedans passing by. Sounds of zooms blocked out by the steady pulsating of white earbuds. Dogs yipping, sometimes a real bark. Neighbors come and go, reciprocating cordial hello's. Street lights slowly coming alive, for at 8:37, the sun has begun its transition to slumber. They always say, TGIF, thank god it's Friday. As day slips to nigh', the crackles and pops of vinyl come alive behind a slightly rusted window pane. Tonight's secrets not yet revealed, a couple strolls by holding hands, sipping coffees, decaffeinated. A man drunk with regret and a 40 in his belly, he breathes a clumsy, "Hey." Malted liquor questions, their smell & sound, unmistakable gurgling. Street lights now fully illuminated, glances exchanged from passer-byers. He opens the car door for her, and into the dusk they drive. Vehicles come by in even greater numbers, and still searches the young man for $9, a toothbrush, and a shower, even cold. Just another night of just another day, in just another city, in just another neighborhood on just another street. Silence, loud, ominous silence, filtering the senses, the stories, the magic; Isn't ordinary extraordinary?
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Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 8:52 PM UTC
megb42290
(EXTRA)Ordinary Old Lou
The forest green of the trees contrasts so greatly against the soft pastels in the sky; Did someone paint this neighborhood? The odors of garlic & parsley wafting from across the charcoal street. Hums of today's news, all the latest gossip, ooh'ing and ah'ing; endless snippets of candlelight chatter. Occasional dollops of light peering up from sedans passing by. Sounds of zooms blocked out by the steady pulsating of white earbuds. Dogs yipping, sometimes a real bark. Neighbors come and go, reciprocating cordial hello's. Street lights slowly coming alive, for at 8:37, the sun has begun its transition to slumber. They always say, TGIF, thank god it's Friday. As day slips to nigh', the crackles and pops of vinyl come alive behind a slightly rusted window pane. Tonight's secrets not yet revealed, a couple strolls by holding hands, sipping coffees, decaffeinated. A man drunk with regret and a 40 in his belly, he breathes a clumsy, "Hey." Malted liquor questions, their smell & sound, unmistakable gurgling. Street lights now fully illuminated, glances exchanged from passer-byers. He opens the car door for her, and into the dusk they drive. Vehicles come by in even greater numbers, and still searches the young man for $9, a toothbrush, and a shower, even cold. Just another night of just another day, in just another city, in just another neighborhood on just another street. Silence, loud, ominous silence, filtering the senses, the stories, the magic; Isn't ordinary extraordinary?
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