I felt a warmth on my face, through the cloth; through the warm water on the cloth.
It was light through the window, through the blinds; from the sun. From the sun.
And I grinned. And I laughed. Because mostly it had been rain. Days of rains.
But this meant a whole new day had become. Had finally become.
Today, I went to town, just down the road, in my car, with the breeze.
And I saw the horses in the meadows, and the ripples in the lakes, and the greens in the trees.
I rolled my windows way all the way down, and my music all the way up, my hair blowing wild.
And then I saw man; a simple man in his simple chair, in his hat, in his lane way, and he smiled.
The streets were mostly quiet. And the parks were without dogs, and strollers, and people.
The town had been vacated of vibrancy and instead exchanged life to lay weak. And feeble.
The businesses reeked of loneliness, and an emptiness crept up inside and offered to consume me.
I refused to stop driving, or to let myself out to confront it, though the air remained calm and soothing.
So I thought about the man. The simple man in his simple chair, in his hat, in his lane way up the street.
And I thought about how on other days, in other times, we could have exchanged more than a waving greet.
But the world today isn’t designed that way. The old way, when we’d shake the hand of the simple man.
A time when there was a way to congregate and celebrate, and friendships made, the way time used to stand.
I went to town today. And I did not stop driving my car today. And I did not slow down today. I pulled ahead and away today.
Why the point of going to town today, if not to see a man. A simple man, in his simple chair, in his lane up that way.
Someone tell the sun that we need her to pierce through these midnight skies; and dry the rains we’ve fallen down and cried
For the town with the people all locked away inside. The town where no one is safe outside.
I rolled my windows all the way up, and my music all the way down, my mind in denial.
And tried to remember the man; a simple man in his simple chair, in his hat, in his lane way, and the way he smiled.
I wanted to feel a warmth on my face, through the cloth; through the warm water on the cloth.
For it to be a light through the window, through the blinds; from the sun. From the sun.
And I wanted so much to grin and to laugh. Because mostly it had been rain. Days of rains.
When will a new day come. When will it become.