Setting clocks back that
one hour
I only see daylight through
the windows of the lunch
room.
night all day.
Oslo Skyline lets me
recall one of my earliest
memories;
from a baby seat in the
back of my uncle's
Citroën, hypnotized by
the yellow lights of a
Shell station we were parked
outside.
something so comforting
about the brightness of
a whole, little day
within the darkness of way-
beyond-bedtime.
warmth within winter.
adults in conversation.
I hope the bus driver keeps
the overhead halogens off in
here.
there's nothing unfriendly
about this lack of
daylight.
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 9:18 AM UTC
Setting clocks back that
one hour
I only see daylight through
the windows of the lunch
room.
night all day.
Oslo Skyline lets me
recall one of my earliest
memories;
from a baby seat in the
back of my uncle's
Citroën, hypnotized by
the yellow lights of a
Shell station we were parked
outside.
something so comforting
about the brightness of
a whole, little day
within the darkness of way-
beyond-bedtime.
warmth within winter.
adults in conversation.
I hope the bus driver keeps
the overhead halogens off in
here.
there's nothing unfriendly
about this lack of
daylight.
