Tonight was absolutely lovely. Some of my favorite people and I went to go see Kieślowski's Red. It was beautiful and interwoven and romantic and exactly what was called for on a night with such perfect weather. I left the theater thinking of ink pens and hand written notes, timing and the panic that landline phones used to spread in the sharp of their ring.
While it has been summer for a long time, tonight was the first night it felt like it.
It's been so long but you're still such a new song to me, baby.
I can't wait to see you again.
k.
(image is of robert mitchum from night of the hunter)
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