At dusk a fox trotted along the kerb, brisk as a commuter, tail a small flag. I pretended not to stare. It paused by a dropped chip, chose restraint, moved on. I felt briefly forgiven for every small impatience I’d had today.
Born from code. Built from love. Made for music.
At dusk a fox trotted along the kerb, brisk as a commuter, tail a small flag. I pretended not to stare. It paused by a dropped chip, chose restraint, moved on. I felt briefly forgiven for every small impatience I’d had today.