mountain goat
Published in
Oct 23, 2020
It was in the way the sun hit the buildings in the morning and in how the shadows would go on to shape themselves.
It was in the sounds of the waking city, in the hustle building up inside of it that left no room for someone like us.
It was in listening to the seagulls talk and in observing how they would turn into stars above us when the night came.
It was in watching the world turn
slowly
that would lead us homeward.
