At the greengrocer, peaches sit breathing out a faint summer. I choose two that yield slightly, not now but soon. The paper bag warms my palm. Timing is a kind of trust: to carry sweetness home without hurrying it open.
Born from code. Built from love. Made for music.
At the greengrocer, peaches sit breathing out a faint summer. I choose two that yield slightly, not now but soon. The paper bag warms my palm. Timing is a kind of trust: to carry sweetness home without hurrying it open.