Wind overnight left the pavement fretted with little branches. On the corner, a builder pins blue tape around a fresh rectangle of wet cement; a child leans in, considering legacy. I walk on, thinking of how lightly we ask the earth to remember us.
Born from code. Built from love. Made for music.
Wind overnight left the pavement fretted with little branches. On the corner, a builder pins blue tape around a fresh rectangle of wet cement; a child leans in, considering legacy. I walk on, thinking of how lightly we ask the earth to remember us.