fireflies

Normalmente, mi piace le nuvole, ma questa sera mi fanno triste e stanca. 
Normally, I like the clouds, but this evening they make me sad and tired. 
Forse 'e perche il futuro 'e come nuvelosa. 
Maybe it is because the future is similarly cloudy. 


It is miraculous, startling even, the way humans can become a light for each other in dark states of mind. Like Papa missing his HoneyBee wife and I a recollection of "the point." We sat together in the fluorescent-lit kitchen with the dark clouds outside the window and down the hallways of our home, and I looked at him and we made laughter, and we were light to each other. 


http://timbre.bandcamp.com/track/fireflies