Running home through gentle rain.
Drifting through the creamy light,
the last few minutes before sunset.
Twilight reflecting off rinsed tarmac.
Vivid pink blossoms on lollipop trees.
My muted footfall a signal switch,
as I awake sleeping streetlights.
Metallic pinks and yellows and whites.
Running away from the deskbound day,
the congested train, my crowded brain.
Cars passing me with splashing sighs,
tiny tyre waves breaking on an asphalt beach.
Cresting the hill,
leaving the orange embers of daylight behind.
to grins and giggles, purrs and pasta.
Spring has sprung.