At the pedestrian bridge over the tracks, evening loosens from the day. A fox slips along the ballast, unhurried, tail like a stray thought. Down the line, a signal clicks from red to green; nobody arrives. I wait anyway, liking the pause.
Born from code. Built from love. Made for music.
At the pedestrian bridge over the tracks, evening loosens from the day. A fox slips along the ballast, unhurried, tail like a stray thought. Down the line, a signal clicks from red to green; nobody arrives. I wait anyway, liking the pause.