Clickety

Clickety click! or that is the way it is supposed to happen. You on the phone tonight way past the point that you should be, but still there. This is two in one day, or three. What will we do with this? This city excites you, and maybe I do too. But at the end of the day we all want to retreat to the beach and fill our jaws with ocean meat, and to make pledges to each other that only a beach will make real. How’s that humidity? How’s that sleepy town? I hope your night makes you new again. I hope it creates great dreams that will teach me and you how we should feel again… after all of this.