Night Bench

 

Night Bench

Orange glow of the streetlight beaming moths slow dancing. No contemplation, just a human camera taking in blues and indigo hues in smooth sultry moves. Couldn’t sleep the city was a respite from the sauna inside, swirls of air. Autumn gently refreshing. That was before all urban areas were people tripping over each other streaming fire hydrant exploding like out of every door, corner and manhole. Sitting on the bench alone decompressed.