It's all up to you!

Its weird seeing light at the straight away- at the end of a street, maybe three or four blocks away.  The light calls to you as if its urgent with demand of putting the gas on the pedals.  The lamplight is soft in warmth as if you where seeing a star in the sky but not as cold and calculatedly sharp.  This light is almost radiates as the iris in ones eye but disappears as you begin to approach the lights fix position.  The light becomes more of an object and the theatrical transient nature that enthralled you want to be apart of it dissipates.  It’s not sad or disappointing, the mind begins to settle you down from your fleeting hart.  New moments arise – time to make a right or left to go home…

OF

The relationship between a part and a whole, of.

November, a weekday, no one else criss-crosses to shutter

the chatter of her past that came to make claim of her.

As the ending of summers boiled for the trade wind of fall attempts with the aspirations of filtered skies that lie in soft, luscious dust, that are filled with neo-grey pockets of blue sky. The frill of iridescent colors that make there way through, green, red, orange, yellow, and brown. A mild press between the mimic of the sun shines fortune.