Red vespa and frozen hands, late day breezes and later day freezes, I find myself walking river to river, glimmers of ripples and a drop of condensation, cool but unrefreshed, refreshed but never cool, I see myself seduced by the color blue, as if not a shade of one bored of, thinking it hides so much within it, unknown but so dreamy nonetheless, I'm drowned in sounds and the usual monotony of an urban life, I found a piece of myself that loves the train headed North, out into the quiet river adjacent towns, where I could just be at peace, without the stress of having no time of my own and no energy to give myself, I wish we did not view life as a race, a perpetual exhaustion that makes us flee from ourselves into servitude that is so thankless, I love these partial cloudy grey blue evenings of having nothing and none to pull me away from myself, a time of just existing without agenda or productivity, because we are born to be alive, to simply exist in these bodies in this world, I plan to fully do that, to fully live.