What do you go home to? by Explosions in the Sky
It's late afternoon
And we're riding our bikes
In the neighbourhood I've come
To love so much.
How strange
The Spring twilight is;
A crimson horizon
Filled with hopes,
An infinite landscape.
And I think about how magical
Ordinary things can be,
How the best moments
Are the unanticipated ones.
By Alice Karayianni
