Lights

My first week, I took a walk at night. Down through West Mall, Past city lights. It was cold but that kind of refreshing cold. I stopped in front of the greenhouse, Unable to pass by. I stared, really with not much thought, Only filled with comfort and breath in my lungs. Warm lights illuminating the night, Green things living, growing, breathing. My first week, I didn't know where I was going. Here, I remember that walk. I didn't know where I was going. But headed somewhere indeed.