07 December 2006

Evening Commute

Crystal, sparkly, unblinking cold.

Breath clouding in billows like tired factories wheezing quietly.

Leaves slick underneath the feet, softy smoothy slick. Wet? No, dry and rustling, but slick.

Still stars, sole scuffles against concrete slabs.

Quiet car shooshes by.

Home not far now, warm and smelling like cooking fat and spice.