just a series of blurs like I never occurred

Making a return showing this week, thanks in no small part to listening to the new DCFC album and a call for blue:

The contentment came spilling forth in her voice, impossible to conceal. He heard the message, and the sky darkened from cornflower to midnight. The moon seemed sallow. There was conservation of matter to consider, only so much happiness to split between them. On her side of the seesaw, she teetered high. He had no choice.

I know DCFC are too emo and whiney for a good many people, but sometimes, a good, moody wallow is in order. If nothing else, the San Francisco weather demands it.