setting up the television outside wouldn't have done us much good, though, if we don't even have cable.

This night could be straight out of any song on Boxer.

Took a walk around my old elementary school. It's being completely redone. Torn down to the skeleton and getting a new face just in time for the first day of school in September. It's weird.

The air was fairly still, save for a whisper of a breeze. The sun had set behind the hills but the light was still there. The eastern sky boasted a gorgeous gradient painting, from indigo to violet to rosy pink, and finally the pale orange-tinted robin's egg blue of what was left of the daytime sky.

Could've driven around. Should've had some wine. A nice, thick red, rife with tannins and savory smoke. Wanted a certain dark-haired gentleman that shares, or maybe now, used to share my love of The National. But as far as I know, he's busy being a pro on the east coast, actually making something of himself. Sigh.

Could've been a night parallel to the one in "Gospel." How I would love that.

Can't tell if I'm waxing poetic, nostalgic, or just plain wistful. Probably all three. All the tannins in a glass half full of a thick red.