Cold Tuesday Night
What I need
is a conversation with you as you drive through the suburban, for a quick night out; for dinner nearby. Because I heard the Thai restaurant opposite that cafe we always hide in and hoard coffee from was good, and because we were too lazy to spend the required 30 minutes to chop and cook and prepare the food. So instead we mutually agreed to use the 30 minutes to drive
And have this conversation together.
The world is draped in blue, with tasteful yellow accents; sometimes a green, occasionally a flash of red. In the headlights of cars, in the hurried stride of fellow suburbanites, in the glare of the lamp post, and in the millisec