i remember walks down benefit street on cold, grey, rainy days. the houses were the only spots of color it seemed.

i remember shore's liquors and the fireplace that was always going after it changed owners.

i remember lights out, standing in the kitchen, and staring out the skylight.

i remember how the setting sun would blaze a fiery mix of red, orange, gold, and purple into my bedroom, turning my white bedding into fire.