Stars pierce the depths, a pink turquoise fade draws the horizon near. Dawn bounces back from wet concrete. Dip toes in a frozen flood. Into the cold blue hills, grass crunches, tyres sparkle. Wheels drift, ice cracks in stolen footsteps. Sunlight snags on tops and sides but not the Bottoms. Lonely gloves on fence and gate posts.
This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.