Post Two Hundred and Five: Fragment.

I feel as though when you are in my thoughts I could be in yours.

A disconnected body of tender architecture. We might have made it from up here.

The Story Bridge at 4:30PM. The soupy, saturating sun that curtains across the buildings with a verve that speaks of you. Glass illuminated like the oceans.

This time of day.

I feel as though when you are in my thoughts I could be in yours.