One night in June it snowed in Puerto Rico

One night in June it snowed in Puerto Rico, I swear.  A chill of loneliness swept down the empty, lamp lit alley.  The dim yellow that only exists in your dreams and old photographs hung in the nighttime fog.  Not a single soul could be seen.  The driftwood junkies, gone in search of their fix, all gone.  The wayward tourist, over imbibed, had long since disappeared to be rocked asleep on the immovable cruise ship docked in the bay.  All the bars, once spilling the party into the street, leave no sign of the revelry except the melee and muck strewn across the floors.  A city that suffocates with overcrowding and clamor, is ghostlike with the only other sound coming from the paws of a stray cat padding on the worn cobblestones.  Even the ocean, usually omnipresent, was mystifyingly silent, and the fog hiding the horizon, left only a black void.  A muted breeze picked up through the black void and vacant city, gathering all the empitiness it touched, and unleashed its cold, cold clutches on the back of my neck.  I shivered to shake it off, and looked up into the light of the street lamp where the mist reflected like a december snowfall.  I never felt so cold, and I swear on that night in June in Puerto Rico it snowed.

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[Brian Faust]

Hey Bill...check out Gotye's debut album, "Like Drawing Blood."

You can hear some of it at http://obscuresound.com/?p=163

You're about the only person that I think might enjoy it besides me :)