Arm dangles out the window, indifferent. (But this is summer.)
Stations come in clearer at night. Blue and white digital screen pauses at nearly every number. (You wouldn't want to overlook a chance, would you?)
Silent lightning blinks but the tension is dull, distant. The first wind before the storm sighs.
I am restless, too.
Low murmur and buzz from softly swaying trees - not urgent but not silent.
Headlights on the curve and my foot leaves the gas. AC/DC's on the highway to hell, but still I hear the buzz beyond the noise -
Too many words.
I need to listen to the night.
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