Evening Glow
John Atkinson Grimshaw 1884
My ideal week would start off in the evening.
It would end in the evening.
In between those times the sky would be filled with soft cold, golden light
and the air would be chilly.
Sometimes the gardens would be frosted over and the streets a tad bit icy and when you went out for a walk
and
the air would smell like apples and freshly carved pumpkins.
Autumn Gold by John Atkinson Grimshaw
WordPress Daily Prompt: Describe your ideal week.
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The perfect week would find me
nowhere near a phone
in a place where no one knows my name and
it snows late at night and when the sun comes up it’s foggy and cool
and the air smells like burnt sugar.
For seven days I would wander the streets with my dog
and sometimes we would stop
so that he could hear someone say
what a good dog he is and they would pat him gently on top of his head.
For seven days, me and my dog would see the world
in all of it’s imperfections and with all of its flaws
and for those seven days it wouldn’t matter how loud the demons and ghosts
that haunt it would howl
for seven magical days.