Light Upon the Lake- Whitney

“You should be so lucky…to be immortalized like that!”

Friends make their way together in the night.  They start in one place and end at another.  Drinking a gimlet in the April night air.  Two fat birds perch on a telephone wire.  Everyone talks about their day jobs, how we all know so-and-so, where we would hide dead bodies- if it ever came to that- just asking. 

The depression is thickening.  Days are busy, busy.  Pad Thai and NyQuil for dinner.  Watched Neon Demon, felt a little better, then remembered the dream I had the other night. 

He sang the whole way home.