As it rained. Clouds, dark and deny the sky its horizon. Allow for no light. No valor, no glory, no golden key for any future. Just the road, just the sound of the torrent against my roof and window, the wind against me.
It is dispelled. Light, from oncoming cars and red tails. Traffic, and it’s stuck. No other color but red at the intersection. Gauche, tacky, and as far as my eyes can see.
I need to leave the city.