I am walking through a steady rain, the steely evening lit by the glowing reds and golds of fall’s colour display.
I feel the magic of this life, a quickening of the heart, an uplifting.
I pass under a bridge’s pale, soaring arches and its lights turn on, one at a time, matching me step-for-step:
In the midst of a life messy with family and work and responsibility, this moment feels like the perfected scene of a movie.
I don’t want it to stop. I feel I could walk for hours. And so I do.
Dreaming, I let fall all expectation, all requirement, all responsibility.
Dreaming, I walk in a twilight that hangs between day and night,
I make turns without thinking, following curiosity, letting whim form my path.
Until, rousing myself, I find myself facing my front door.