view from the hill


Car drove them around windy bends. They sat in silence, not out of anger or fear, but because they knew the road. They knew how to take it all in. Old song playing on the radio from another time. Had this beat that as just like… Mmmm… Yeah, it was good.

Once they got to the top of the hill, they could see the city below them. This city, Los Angeles, from the top of a nearby hill, it didn’t look like much. Glittering strings of red and white-yellow lights. This sort of crown around the horizon of purple until the sky turned as deep blue as it was going get with a million lights shining up to it while a million blinking stars gazed back down from above. 

Valley stretched out til where. Dry heat and a breeze rippling across their clothes. They didn’t know it but each closed their eyes and breathed it in. It wasn’t until eyelids begin to part and open to the night once more that they realized they had done the same thing at the same time. They looked at each other and smiled and their hands reached for each other as they do on nights like this.

Darkness all around, but somehow the evening glow illuminated everything. Waving strands of grass and trees that kept guard. Kept their branches outstretched over the two, who sat heads resting against one another.

The music from the distant, future band blared within their ears before they even got to the forgotten house. There it would be sweat and bodies in motion. And here it was just watching the world. There they’d be in it. Be it. But here they could just be. And there was something very nice about that.

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