the driveway was coated with a layer of freshly detached leaves pressed firmly to the pavement by the excess of moisture on the ground. an inconsistent smattering of large raindrops fell from the veil of slate clouds distorting the evening sky like an infinitely stretched patch of gauze. the sound of the droplets making contact with the lifeless foliage resembled that of bacon sizzling in a frying pan. street lamps cast a mellow sheen across peaks of gravel and tussled lawns. he got what he needed from his cigarette. as he turned to head back inside through the mud room he peered up towards the latent moon.
"i haven't forgotten about you", he tacitly maintained.
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