january 22nd

some writing i did standing at the bus stop on the 22nd of january, 2017

the fog tonight:

cars left wisps of tangled air behind themselves as they queued in the streets, pausing to see their own breath. headlights and street lamps glowed and mellowed out into their darker surroundings– green, red, and yellow spotlights reached out further than usual, less shy, searching for the right story to tell. the scene was painterly, theatrical, and it made me wonder whether i was waiting for something big to happen

everything seemed to be fading awa