Better Night

Stopping by the park on a snowy evening. the lamplight is glorious amidst the sugary snow falling around. as if in circle. this globe. Is one with out the other? the boots squeal by this walk. I am startled by my own sound. Thoughts come and wonder and terribly dwell, yet passing, not for a bit too long to be noticed by these cold downward stars. I am glad I walked to see this. I am satisfied by my choice. An elegant dog passes. The park is empty besides he and I and his young owner wearing sweatpants. Here we are. Together at last.