Tuesday, January 25, 2011
July, hot but not overpowering. They unpack boxes from the moving van still sitting outside, they still have 5 hours left on it so it sits idly in the unpaved driveway. He walks in on her taking pictures out of a box, lining them on the floor, stepping back and thinking, then another, step, think, another, step, think.
Hand on her shoulder, she turns around.
The door closes.
*I do this all the time, hear a song that makes my heart kick and instantly think "if I were to make a movie, where would I put this song?" Just figured I'd get it out somewhere.