A streetlight below, its shadows - cold, stark
Wisps of snow dancing lightly on the pavement
pushed along by the bitter cold in what was otherwise perfect stillness
Clouds of icy breath, eyes transfixed, staring into the night
Just a boy, thirteen
A quiet sadness, a burning angst - alone in this far away country
Alone in myself
The record on the cheap portable phonograph by the bed had just begun - Jimi Hendrix
Purple Haze and the Wind Cries Mary
the first I’d ever heard him
Purple Haze and the Wind Cries Mary
the first I’d ever heard him
3 am
my god
nothing was ever the same again
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