charleston's shifting chill

i just checked and it's a bit off, like a low hum beneath the surface. the temp here feels like 21 degrees, yet i expect something deeper to bubble up. neighbors whisper stories of summer crowds and quiet walks, but everything’s just a blur. someone’s supposed to say it’s okay, but one must wonder-what if the real issue is smaller? feel like i’m tracking ghosts in this place. i’ve seen too many wrong turns here, but i keep going anyway. the breeze whispers through cobblestones, blending with distant trains. somewhere, a clock ticks differently, yet i can’t shake that it’s right now. a distant hum, like a radio playing static. maybe that’s the point, right?