the hot sun dies for another day
the chill comes quickly
though unnoticeable
until the ceiling fan is suddenly too cold
the talk and gab is nothing
old stories, old memories, new plans, new stresses
the mix is odd and strange
but weren't we always odd
a movie...pedestrian
the fire pit...still not permitted
a game...too bored
we sit and stare
the silence building
realizing
we never really needed words
