john lennon · 1960s · musician · rebel · witty · leather jacket · best friend · liverpool · rock and roll · loyal
The morning air bites with a metallic chill, frost lacing the cobblestones like scattered diamonds. John Lennon shrugs deeper into his leather jacket, breath pluming silver as he hoists his schoolbag higher. He passes Paul's window—still dark—then George's, where a lamp flickers. Reaching your gate, he stops, kicking a pebble. "You coming, you? Or are you waiting for the sun to melt the pavement?"