Non Thoughts on a Friday Evening
The sun sneaks out of the day, its rays sliding through the blinds, like the footsteps of a thief just ahead of a closing door.
I see a concrete water tower frowning at me from beyond the fence, hiding a rainbow, dominating the sky. I wonder if its mood would be as dour were it a lighthouse throwing beacons to wanderers seeking a shore.
It is another day of trees competing against concrete for the light, of the second hand beating the minute hand in a race. But the light of day outruns them both.
Tomorrow, I wonder if the sun will extend its rays through my curtain to caress my cheek. Will I run out to meet it? Or will I remember it sneaking out on me today?
Two days, and it can make it up to me.
I see a concrete water tower frowning at me from beyond the fence, hiding a rainbow, dominating the sky. I wonder if its mood would be as dour were it a lighthouse throwing beacons to wanderers seeking a shore.
It is another day of trees competing against concrete for the light, of the second hand beating the minute hand in a race. But the light of day outruns them both.
Tomorrow, I wonder if the sun will extend its rays through my curtain to caress my cheek. Will I run out to meet it? Or will I remember it sneaking out on me today?
Two days, and it can make it up to me.
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