To somebody,

Yesterday, I walked the ten minutes from my "home" to the river, in my favorite green sweater that is not enough for the brisk air. I was wearing a dress over a pair of jeans. I can dream, can't I? I went to the bridge so I could look out over the river, instead of walk, shielded, among the trees. The sky was brushed with blurry strokes of gray and blue, the sunset too feeble to douse the overcast sky with its usual vibrant pinks and oranges. Still, it was a beautiful view. The river was etched with ripples, with the exception of a few still spots. After a few moments of apparent calm, the ripples gradually converged on them, lapping them away. When one still spot disappeared, another one could be seen forming further off. The air was cold, and I pressed myself into the concrete and stone wall, which was surprisingly warm against my unprepared skin. I stayed there like that for countless minutes, each feeling potentially endless. I stayed until I felt satisfied by the painted, dimming sky, and the soothing flow of the water below. It is a wonder to be here.

Anonymous