Surroundings
A dark, damp Sunday evening,
it’s not raining now, but my
coat and shoes still feel soggy
from earlier. These dark nights
may have only just kicked in
for this year, but somehow it
feels like summer was just a
two minute ad break between
the programmes of darkness.
I roll, then light a cigarette, at
least it’s dry and I’m able to do that. I blow out the smoke to
temporarily blur my view of
deep purple sky, dark green grass, and the ugly grey concrete of pavement and road. Never believe people who’ll tell you that your surroundings don’t influence the way that you feel.
I feel like;
deep purple,
dark green, and
ugly, ugly grey.
