Its late. I yawn, lift my feet off the couch and rub my eyes. Napping and nearly 39… not good…
Get up and stretch, walk around wooden floor of the living room, to the rail of the wall-long windows. New build, spacious urban living space, five floors up, the view of the city is the best thing about it to me, especially at night.
In the background, I can hear my wife telling off the children in Spanish as she puts them to bed. I’ve been snoring for the past hour. She’ll make sure I know about it later.
The view… I like watching people walk along the canal that runs past the bottom of the building.
There’s a romantic moment for you… a couple stop by the bank, wrap their arms around each other and look up in this direction… I wonder what they are thinking, then turn and go make two cups of coffee with cream… she likes that…
Lights from the glass above us
Add to the night city bouquet
Its petals shimmer in the dark water before us
Arms wrapped tight around each other
to prevent a dream from leaving
We cast a wish up into the air
towards those high lanterns
For a moment it burns fiercely
and we catch a glimpse of what might have been
We leave
to replace the heat
Coffee with cream
She likes that…