dim lights of the street and the loud sinatra of my heart.
a quite white snowing night
the view from the wooden bench across the street .
beautiful laces of white shades on the house.
the slow moving traffic n headlights .
dense tiny clouds of my cold breath n smoke of the cigar.
a calm blue song from a FM radio of somebody’s car.
my shivering body getting amused about the cold night .
mind questioning my loneliness and sanity again.
someone walking down towards me in surprise .
and then a great smile asking for a light .
she sat next to me for a smoke s
sheer presence of her, so mesmerizing.
and somehow we chatted for hours about life .
and the time came for my flight.
just a sweet memory, a travelog, a capture of time.
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