of the day after
I wake up, zombie-walk into the kitchen, and stare out at that shiny warm stuff we haven’t seen since 2011. Sunlight, is it really you?
And now, into the city!
…evoking memories of my childhood in a pleasantly cluttered third-world country.
We shake the rubbish from our shoes, close our green front doors behind us,
and finish off this bombastic day with a quiet dinner in our cool, dark bunker home. Ahh.