It's a rare and dangerous moment this; I'm not normally this blunt. Hopefully I was kind though, at band practice. It was metronome training, and I knew from the start that it would prove exactly how lazy we all are at keeping time.
I like no-nonsense people. You always know where you are. They call a spade a spade even when it feels like they're whacking you round the head with it. Most of the time I'm more of a manual-earth-removal-device kind of guy, but I'd like to be more straightforward if I can.
I've come to the park tonight. The sky is fading and the trees are shivering in the breeze. Purple strips of cloud stretch across the bright horizon and the midges spin and circle like tiny specks of dust.
Or, as a no-nonsense person might day, it is twilight.
There is something wonderful about coming out here on these summer evenings. I get home and wander into the silent, fading world of sunset and watch from a bench as night falls. The leaves rustle, a dog barks, lights glimmer through the trees, and I sit here, thinking, alone, quite happy in my solitude.
I will probably be back to normal tomorrow. There'll be a bit more nonsense, a bit less down-the-line, play-in-time-with-the-beat-why-can't-you talk when I'm not quite so tired. Kindness has to win in the end.
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