Autumn as a Lo-Fi YouTube Video

Here is a day that is forever disappearing but never does. An afternoon’s slide into evening, the orange hour before its fall. Off screen, the shouts of children on their way home from school fill a playground. Campfires crackle like old records, woodsmoke rising beyond lines of rusted oak. On a football pitch cleared of pinecones, the referee’s whistle blows for full time. A soft wind travels through the park like the ghost of a guitar pedal, dropped leaves pulsing to an off-kilter drum and snare. Take my hand. Let us visit again this looped afternoon, this perfect autumn unending. We can skip through the adverts, watch the rockmelon sky ripen to dusk above the trees.