The neighbour three doors down pops his head out his kitchen window as if to summon for rain. But his dance is interrupted by the heaving breathe of a jogger on his last lap, pleading with his legs for at least two more. He wouldn't make it; sheer determination alone will not hold up those sagging shoulders. But then again he just might. Let's place our bets on the underdog!
The children refuse to abandon the playground to the night, waging a battle they will loose by 9 when the street lights flicker on and off before finally settling on a watt for the night.
Everything will empty out soon, folding carefully into their correct place for the night. Sirens will wander in and out of our living rooms blaring over our television sets and domestic conversations. A plane or two will hover past sometime in the night, and some, unable to sleep, with look up through their ceilings, following the noise to where they imagine a day is yet to break. © fashionandfables
Thursday, 7 June 2012
A Day Ends
The neighbour three doors down pops his head out his kitchen window as if to summon for rain. But his dance is interrupted by the heaving breathe of a jogger on his last lap, pleading with his legs for at least two more. He wouldn't make it; sheer determination alone will not hold up those sagging shoulders. But then again he just might. Let's place our bets on the underdog!
The children refuse to abandon the playground to the night, waging a battle they will loose by 9 when the street lights flicker on and off before finally settling on a watt for the night.
Everything will empty out soon, folding carefully into their correct place for the night. Sirens will wander in and out of our living rooms blaring over our television sets and domestic conversations. A plane or two will hover past sometime in the night, and some, unable to sleep, with look up through their ceilings, following the noise to where they imagine a day is yet to break. © fashionandfables
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