For some reason,

they feel, warm…

the city lights.

After a long, dragged out day,

criticism,

pessimism,

I just want to go home…ism.

But I don’t.

I sit outside the coffee shop,

a soft breeze caresses me as I wait for my coffee—

a momentary peace I wish would last forever.

But alas,

this day will repeat itself tomorrow,

and the day after that.

So for now,

I’ll enjoy this momentary peace,

as I sip on my coffee,

waiting for the weekend…

wrapped around these city lights.