the city's makin me lonely again
Shy sun lit the lane. From the second story open window I felt it draw forward-awkward- a child dancing around the edges of a room full of important men and women. City lanes expect nothing from the sun, but a blessing for their games. Not like country sun. It is demanded come!-then leave and send in your stead the first rains of the year. The city sun is a backdrop and the country's its backbone.