Commute,  visual movement #1
Poetry

Commute,  visual movement #1

The late afternoon sun washed over me, its rays of filtered warmth, those streaming golden rivulets, as I kept pace with fellow steppers, movers, striders, rollers pausing to heed the lit signals beaming gentle directives at crossing crowds. I pass glances at familiar sights, spiced with different fellow journeyers of the moment. The brightness gently baptizes … Continue reading

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