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…
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