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A fountain in the traffic circle light up dull green, some slick cobblestone steps I am tripping over, stumbling across, a path hedged by old wood (red with the wet) slanting down and reaching out towards me boxing me in slightly, rain is pouring in torrents. A few feet down the steps you can see the yellow blur of traffic, headlights, and the traffic light turns from red to green. Above me, the hills and the houses with a hundred windows are looking down. Forward: if it were daylight I would be able to see the bay, but at night, the water looks black and empty, nothingness, empty space, a big hole ready to fall into. Like space, floating on and away with your momentum.
It has rained for a week now. I don't wish it to stop; I really enjoy jumping
off of the steps while holding my umbrella.
I have been a hermit these last few weeks, little motivation to go elsewhere.