moving through the twilight...you can feel the slight buzz in the air. a hint of coolness, last slivers of sun lights your face...
it's almost saturday night in a city always in motion. but you go at your own pace now. you go through it slow, eyes wide open to the smells and sounds of life happening all around you...
and you feel good. sharp. on track. heading in a good direction. as slick as a sax note beckoning for you to come on in, have a glass of wine and drink the world in...
where are you today?
i'm right here.