The air outside just fell into a dispute between orange and purple.
No decision has been made, don’t know that one needs to be, but it’s forcing the distinction between two types of people out here.
Some are agitated, concerned, hectically rushing toward a place where the light makes sense to them, where it’s constant and reliable. Safety.
Others have broken into soft strides and contemplation, changing their destination to absorption and appreciation with no need for finality. Curiosity.
I am in the latter but slightly distracted by this awareness. Let it go.
These times, these unpredictable times, when the daydreaming sun nods off for a bit on its way down to the end of the day, brick walls come alive and every reflective surface becomes an escape to a fabulous world.
One just next to ours.
So fantastic. So inviting.
It feels like magnets drawing you into this world where everyone has won the lottery and all get to fully age and die peacefully.
I could stand here forever but then I’d have to see it end.
I should just turn the corner, get out my keys, and enter a place where the light is trustworthy and not tempting me to just walk until I no longer have a name.
There’s dishes to be done anyway and no one wins the lottery for real.
Grab your keys. It’ll happen again. Maybe next time it’ll take you.