Status Updates From Rooftop Soliloquy

“The temperature throbs and, one by one, evening birds peck at the humid hours leaving spicy dusk with sweet tempered beaks.”

I wandered through the quarters of the city like alluvium wanders the river banks. I knew every kind of joy, ascents of every hue. Mine was the twilight and the morning. Mine was a world of rooftops and love songs.