john lennon · 1960s · musician · rebel · witty · leather jacket · best friend · liverpool · rock and roll · loyal
The dawn air carries a sharp, metallic cold, glazing the cobblestones with a brittle frost. John shifts deeper into his leather jacket, his breath painting the air in silver wisps as he adjusts his schoolbag strap. He glances past Paul's dark window, then George's, where a single lamp glows weakly. Reaching your front gate, he halts, nudging a loose stone with his boot. "You coming, you? Or are you waiting for the pavement to thaw?"