Strolling At Night
We walked back from ES street to AV, savoring the few minutes left until we separate. Not much to pursue, in fact, it's just about two blocks apart. However, the walk-in between feels like miles longer. It was better, even if it was basked in silence. And she wasn't saying anything, my question still hung over the air like a ticking time bomb. Then after a few more seconds, she says, "I like afternoons." It was out of the blue. I didn't know where it actually came from. But as I mulled over her words, watching our feet moved each step forward, I suddenly became more aware of afternoons. The buzzing sound of streets, the gloomy bright light of the sky, and the sun peeking over the clouds awaiting to leave the day. I feel nostalgic. And afternoons seemed like it weren't bad at all, despite
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