eyes narrowed to watch vehicle lights become yellow and red orbs, hazy, lucent, and gliding on the wet, dark sheen of the street.
cocooned in the dimly lit car; the low hum of the engine punctuates the sound of the rain falling on the roof.
window fogs up, the urge to write a name on it is irresistible.
roll it down slightly, raindrops gleefully chase each other down onto the palm.
it comes down harder, thousands of tiny ripples dance in tandem on the street.
traffic becomes sluggish, time stands still.
brisk wind, pleasant shivers, huge silvery sheets of rain, this song on the car radio
a sudden and overwhelming longing…
…you, shy haptic exchanges, a moment.
Dialect of Heart 