Sunday, June 16, 2013

Round My Hometown

>>Its a warm night. The people are still on the move to this place and that. There are melodies from one man bands and the stomping of slap jams coming from different corners of the little mining town. We are walking to and from art galleries enjoying our small talk and the idea of a big salad from one of three restaurants we choose to come down to on Friday nights. There is a soft summer buzz from some sort of bug beyond the central sounds. Children are licking up cones of gelato. It is just another sweet evening stroll down the sidewalk of our small town.