Standing

It’s just a short journey, a walk, my feet carry me thus and I observe the details along the way.

Then I stop, to take in the wider view for that bit longer.

A car goes by, the driver’s silhouette glides by, a back seat passenger is turned looking out the far window,

it’s as if it’s some form of aberration, a flicker and fleeting thing, there and now gone.

There are details in the textures, the patinas and the softer surfaces as I glance about,

the contrast intrigues, soft grass against concrete.

Another car eases by, its metallic blue catches a sharp shaft of light creating a vibrant flash.

Another silhouette, another person going who knows where.

I move on, my intrigue with the view has changed, a slight breeze acts as the punctuation, a full stop, and then I start again.

A casual walk in the fading light, an afternoon turning to night.

The door handle pivots, the door squeaks, I’m home in a place where things are sweet, warm and all is at ease.