little bright lights levitate in the grey misted sky. through dried and bare winter branches, little bright lights flash. "do you think it's going to rain?" little drops of water hit the hardened ground, yielding another half dozen droplets. little drops of water splatter, onto the once grey concrete streets. now blackened by rain, the old is washed away, reflections of red, green, yellow and white, the road glistens.

Writing for the Sake of Exercising the Muscle

Alone, Together