lights down

i recently had one of those conversations where everything besides the other person gets its fader dialed way down.  you know the kind.  light, sound, and time cease to exist as physical entities and become abstract notions.  there is beauty in cadence and in unspoken conclusions.  when it ends and time can be measured again you are astonished by the amount that has passed.  you wonder where it went but the hoarseness in your throat partially answers your question and the smile on your face completes it.  and then, of course, the house lights come up.