Renegadetourist

Utlandagatan 0:45 am

In Place description, Poetic prose, Writing on 2011/10/05 at 11:01

The fog lies thick over the city, damping sounds and blurring shapes. In front of me stands a tree, spreading its dark green branches across a background of boring buildings. A street light is shielded by the foliage, leaves turning a vivid gold within the sphere of its glare; the rays forming cones of light through the fog, like search lights. Taking a few steps the cones shift as if following me then disappear altogether as i continue home.

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