this is when I feel it most the air thick with mist desiccated leaves scratching at paving slabs
fine webs strung between damp blades covering verges except where disturbed by fungi pushing through to pour out spores by the million
tonight there is no lunar distraction just railway siding lights, street lights, traffic lights, headlights, crossing lights red lights topping off a crane a ceiling light in an uncurtained room each corner bared without shame
above all this electric illumination beyond the mist, night's black chasm with Jupiter and its satellites bright the redness of Mars distinct even to my tired eyes
I'm nearly home, it's midnight a digital sign tells me +17c all I need to know is when you'll next see me