Evening

Definitely not mine either.

Evenings where he answers no texts, then returns flushed and silent with a rehearsed smile.

Even his affection feels performative.

He's physically warmer when I seem busy, but switches off like a lamp left burning in an empty room the moment I turn my attention entirely to him.

exultation

by f s flint and if i dream that we are ever young with feet still dancing to the fifes of spring along the ways of sapling woods among the violets and anemones that ring their children voices round the deacon elms and if i dream that nothing overwhelms our hive of dreams there is no end and the young leaves dance ever in the sun upon the wings of the wind and ever will your eyes and lips be young and ever will your body be a slim new statue kindled am i not like a man in this and like the clear-eyed animals who see the world about them limned eternally outside of time undimmed by death the mist a poet's breath who kiss the spirit and behold death is i have a childish joy of the brown soft mould beneath the silver birches in the wood of our dreams and of their twinkling hood of leafy lace joy of the little stars of coy white thoughts that peep along the thorny bramble holts joy of the birds unrooted flowers of space shaking to heaven a silver chime of bells joy of the wide wild waste of fern joy of the glimpse of hart and herne in silent dells i have a childish joy of your living face and a poem this recording is in the public domain Evening by F. S.

Flint.

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Evening.

One rose petal falls to the moss with the weight of dew, dusky red and darkening green.

A red rose

I scroll.

Evenings over the next month are blocked appointment, studio, meeting, ambiguous in a way Marcus has never been before.

I click on one, more from reflex than purpose, and find nothing in the notes.

No location, no detail, only those broad, impersonal tags.

Yes.

Another useful phrase is, I enjoy quiet evenings in fall.

Evenings means the time after afternoon and before night.

That sounds peaceful.

Yes.

Another one is, many people like fall clothes because sweaters and jackets feel nice.

Quick check, David.

Evenings means the time after afternoon and before night, right?

What's the best time of day to go? Mornings during the week if you want to avoid the crowds, wander around calmly and maybe have a chat with the vendors, take your time.

Evenings is better if you want the atmosphere, the lights and the decorations and having people around you.

How cold is it really and what should I wear? Check the long range forecast and you'll have a good idea of what to expect, but generally you want to wear layers.

Then you can take a couple off if you need to or take your coat off when you head indoors and still be comfortable.

I don't know.

So when do they play? Evenings, mornings, afternoons, week-

Monday evenings.

Monday evenings.

We gorged on greasy diner breakfast and took silly selfies beside lovely yard art.

Evenings found us tucked under a thrift store quill, feet tangled, listening to indie albums from our college days.

The distance that had wormed into our routine seemed to recede.

We could laugh again at nothing, at everything.

I need the headspace before meetings.

Evenings, she'd return and shower immediately, shutting the bathroom door tight, triple-locking it, a habit she never had before.

I told myself not to read into it, but each small act added weight to the suspicion pressing in behind my ribs.

One night, after she'd gone to bed early, I scoured a side of her bookshelf, searching for the op-book with the green spine.