I walked through the empty lot noticing the depression of time; street lamps flickering within the subtle breeze of the late evening.
My hands were numb from the cold and ash; these pockets lost their warmth. The sky forgot to welcome the moon; itβs light lost behind the cloudy indigo.
Something touched my face, the moist drops of condensation; nighttime mist upon this abrasive skin. The feeling brought my lips towards a smile, because someone new was at the horizon.