Taylor Drake
The clouds take the shape of wave file patterns; an overnight flight to the grand white pebble beaches is a lo-fi athrill in the wee hours. The study session kid has a prime spot overlooking a ridge of tender periwinkle trees in the crisp fall dusk. Crickets dropkick a tune from the branches, the rest of the purlieu provide court.
Sickly overcast waterways stew behind botany and geometry's marriage; globes of leaves spaced out perfectly, ranging in length, getting smaller from left to right. The sun sets to a sodden 24th hour. Mars is a different place nowadays.