In a sunlit room nestled on the couch putting off tedious calculation, watching them.
The slightly sweaty softfeatured guy with the paunch and stained t-shirt making small talk with the businessdressed shorthaired professional girl, eyes in adoration. Their hands touch more than casually, voices animated, the pleasure of their interaction palpable. And I sit here with a refreshing feeling of presentness, disconnected from their world but still a part of it, and I play this song and drink fifty cent meteorological coffee, my eyes smiling of their own accord, my thoughts at rare peace of their own accord.
