although fall's orange signature is already sprawled on the face of the mountains, it wasn't in the air tonight as i stood outside sammy's with sam-i-am. it may have been one of those last nights of summer where the air is no temperature; a happy medium of buoyancy. it felt nice and it still feels nice, coming through my open window.
bubbles were floating down from a parking garage next door while songwriter after songwriter got up and played their hearts.
i realized i don't make myself as vulnerable as i once did.
[i still love vulnerability, though.]