Absence / existence, what is the difference?
The city was too bright. The people were too happy. The air was too muggy. The streets were too alive. On the way home, sudden tears made it impossible to see my feet and the trees overhead and the faces of people dressed in slacks and skirts and high heels, simply passing through on a Saturday night. Stop crying. Compose a straight face before walking through the door, do not let them see you like this because they do not deserve it.
Maybe instead of pining for the past I will pine for autumn and a blank slate. I will pine for endless amounts of early morning walks and kind souls and vibrant foliage and golden sunlight. Yes, maybe I will do just that.
= STEPH =