a warm saturday night. the middle of november heralds the approaching summer, the seasons are changing before our eyes. the lights blink slowly and this city seems so familiar to me now, everything is as usual. I don't feel so lost anymore. you wear a gray jacket, which I already know. honey, speed up even more. you who love the sea, take me to see it. everything seems better at midnight. our reflection in the windows. in a way, there was a musky scent to her necklace. eternal waves invite the twilight, and my heart burns.