walking under the influence.

The beat of footsteps is slower now. Traveling along the same pale stones with a different feeling in mind. Today is not like the last of its kind, the same day ending with a shallow, empty "y", only going as far as tomorrow. Day by day, footsteps slowing, feet hurting at the end of a trail that doesn't end up ending. He sits, she smiles, because in this 50 minute period, she will not have to think about him again, never again will she let this happen. Hard hearts, harder details, the sense was made over there and you didn't make any of it. Changes in climate always make for changes in feeling, and maybe one day more than that. But not today, nothing will change today, except for the footsteps that seem to keep slowing.

-lbr.