Silent night, 

I need a nighttime playlist.

Coffee with Jackolatern in a small town Timmies. (Double double iced coffee, old men with red noses and small town teens, and the cashier who talked with her teeth closed). It’s no Death Valley but we still laughed about how the pieces of our lives seem to fall apart break off along the same seams. Her with a feeling Jonathan with a window, me with any blank blank F blank. And that summertime post-storm air that is structural, that seems to hold the nighttime together.