You can always tell when the weather starts changing.
It always sounds the same.
Cars go faster.
I can hear them racing for miles
blood gets to boiling.
I love these little breaks. soon it will be cold again.
Snow will cover the roads.
People will drive slower.
Somehow, the noise becomes muted.
But for tonight, Heart’s are racing
and there’s desire burning and chasing them through the streets.
Passions are roaring and shifting gears
hellbent on living.