Waking up to the Finches…With three double shots of caffeine
with the scent of burnt toast and my obsesion with The Great
Gatsby, chasing romance.
Walking streets of Savannah, the crowd is a river of suits and ties,
each person a story untold, each face a mask of a thousand lies..
I see a child laughing, a dog chasing its tail, a couple holding hands, and I wonder, where they come from, and where their journey lands.
Finding a quiet corner in a park, watching squirels Strip the Willow
and I letting the silence wash over me, like a gentle summer breeze…The world slows down, the noise fades away, and I am just me, a small, insignificant speck in the vast expanse of eternity.
Then comes the evening, the sky turning a deep shade of indigo,
and I walk back home, the streetlights flickering, a soft, golden glow. Closing my eyes, the day’s events blurring into a dream, and I wonder, if tomorrow will be the same, or a completely different scheme.
