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.
Returning home,
to grins and giggles,
purrs and pasta.
Spring has sprung.
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