That Kind of Night

It’s dark outside. Just watched two episodes of The O.C. back-to-back—bought the season one DVD box today and grabbed the soundtracks while I was at it. Rain City by Turin Brakes is playing in the background. There’s a melancholy settled in the room that I’m not bothering to resist. I’m not in the mood to write about my day. I’m just putting this down, these few minutes of sadness and half-thoughts, and leaving it there.

I don’t know if we’ll make it through this year.