The tenital hum in my ears, and the electric drone behind the walls. The ignited engine of a postal truck, and the first notes of a sparrow’s song. And the rain-soaked ground where they predicted snow would fall. The warmth in my gut, and the flow of vibration down my spine. The cooling along my…

Does a deepening night even matter? Sooner or later, a full moon rises. another deep breath in the dark