Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Destiny is calling me

We were nineteen and had just seen Kevin Devine that summer night in Huntington. As we walked the streets with our Cold Stone, most likely making fun of someone or something, this song came through the open doors and windows of a bar. One day we'd be old enough to be in those places, to be in those songs, but that night it was enough to stand on the sidewalk and imagine.

1 comment:

ApeDude said...

This is a beautiful image Diana. I'm diggin' it. Makes me think of my first time sneaking into the Village Pub in Port Jeff. Watching the Scofflaws play, drinking whiskey from my pocket flask, and flirting with those older college girls.