Friday, Opened
Green stands out bright against the graying evening. The whispered rumor of rain is everywhere. An electric candle in my window has come alive early. Responding to the gloom by blinking to light.
I’m tired and grimy, myself. A hot shower awaits. And more coffee. It is Friday, after-all, and the night can burn longer now — unfettered from weekday expectations.
Wash me clean and unknot me. Sooth the hours and open my eyes.
Ah. Friday.