wet pavement

jen

fort green park january 1, 2022 i wonder if i should stop at the little wine cafe that just reopened after its holiday break. none of the couples outside emanate the insecurity of a first date. the wine list is full of grapes i have never heard of and cannot pronounce, which is more exciting than intimidating. but i have wine at home, and a dog to feed. it used to be that i wandered cities at night trying to conjure up reasons to live. now i stroll around simply admiring the way city lights twinkle on wet pavement. it is nice to feel unburdened by tomorrow. the inevitability of the future is no longer a curse but a comfort. i am lucky to meet 2022. she'll be good to me.