Neighborhood Green
Everything's calm and green in his mind today. That's a surprise, and a relief.
They walk through the stifling air, trying to find air conditioning and beer, no absolutely no avail. They find bread and bagels, dive in, and decide that warm bread will suffice somehow.
Coffee in tall silver mugs, with large cubes of ice floating in them, completes the snack. He notices the tight grip his lover maintains, the easy, sociable way he speaks. Very John Wayne.
A cold front comes rolling up the coast, shrouding the world in a sheet of gray. Tiny puffs of black lay on the horizon - stormclouds gathering to spill rain. He is comfortable, in love, and in search of someplace to hide.
"You don't mind getting wet, do you?" He leans against the awning, knees thrumming with old pain.
"I'd like it." He says, tucking loose curls behind an ear. Old, half-healed splits in his lips lead to crooked smiles.
They walk on as the skies split in a curtain of raindrops.