fic sketch (+ song)
The love of Walter and Jimmy is like...
Walter Mondale’s love is quiet, hidden behind a handful of jokes and resembles the wrap of bitter chocolate. But when Jimmy touches his fingers weightlessly with his own, the stoic expression melts on Walter’s face, like a chocolate bar left in a pants pocket.
Walter’s eyes are also chocolate, dark and by no means sweet, like two raw cocoa beans, without sugar and additives.
Jimmy’s eyes are like two lakes – Itasca, in which in Walter's home its source finds the Mississippi river, and the Blue Ridge in his own Georgia. And grayness of hair is the sky of Minnesota, covered with clouds in anticipation of rain. Which, as Walter knows, is about to start.
Walter in a strict slate blue suit, fixes the necktie loop on his own neck, and Jimmy, as always, stands in a warm cardigan over an polo-shirt and simple soft wool pants. Next to him.
The love of Walter and Jimmy is like early fall with yellowed leaves underfoot and fresh mud on a toe caps. Like an orange leaf falling on the dome of a snow-white Capitol, standing on a high hill covered with hundreds of the same leaves.
