I am in the middle
of writing a 2000 word essay
(I typed 337 words)
but let me tell you something:
today, I do not like the rain.
But I like what took place
while we walked beneath
the cold, fragile needles
which seeped into our
clothes, only to evaporate
because of our shivering bodies.

It was around 19:30,
we occupied the streets;
that may be an exaggerated way
of speaking,
but occupied we did.
We dropped invitations,
and I wondered,
with every creak of
different mail slots
from different households,
the stories composed
within the corners of
their home.

On some houses
I saw lights.
Television blaring
from the living room window.
Bicycles scattered the front yard.
Some smelled like cigarettes.
Some, empty.

And I wondered.