light’s guidance in dense fog
mystique in low visibility
I stood, and waited, in silence–as the nearby youths played in their spring-time zest–I took deep breaths that drew no sounds. Later that day, I sat and enjoyed a piece of flan. It was a good day.
under a sprightly green umbrella
facing west in the late day
or what’s left of it anyway
Along with the daylight saving’s relief, also came a sobering realization: it’ll never be October 2016, again.
all yours and nothing is yours