i see a darkness

this record sounds like what it would be like if black was in the rainbow, or if if creaking floorboards could compose. its by bonnie prince billy and i’ve had it for years, but i played it tonight for the first time in a while and it took me to a different summer where the night sings the sound of cicada and moonlight has a hard time getting through the magnolia trees. and there was a hammock there that summer, and the smell of must and pine mixed with nag champa under a string of loosely strung christmas lights. and there were little white chips of paint stuck to my dirty bare feet as i walked across an old porch toward a sweaty glass of iced tea over there on the fold out card table. that was a good summer.