A Walk at Dark

I move thru town, gliding on the streets like a 6 year old.
The streetlights create arcs, making the night a strange sort of day.

The snow comes down like rice at a wedding.
Tonight it's easy, effortless.

My breath tells me it's winter but tonight there's a cease fire.
Tonight spring has invaded for a moment.
Just for a moment.

I don't let the ice fool me.
Tonight I am warm,warm,warm.

I move thru town, gliding on the streets like a 6 year old.
No cars, no wars, no talking heads.

Just the sound of my boots and breath.