THE THRILL OF WAITING:

The sky comes low to the ground, raining. A bright, yellow fevered
light squints at us from the horizon. It’s quiet between
installations of software out’ve sync as tech support shuttles
between studios just so we can do the simplest of things. Recording
vocal overdubs, preparing to be back together somewhere else in
Essex tomorrow. Not the most vibrant of diary entrees I’ll grant you.

(K)