Early evening, the first of December
everything in the city has a slick shine of wet.
The twinkle of streetlights and Christmas lights
bends and blurs, softening the remnants of the day.
Though the rain still falls
there is no hurry in my step
crossing the street,
coffee cup in hand.
This painting breathes life back into me;
I sigh and linger
before opening the door and ducking inside.