What compelled me to look up? Was it the disappearing hint of daylight?
Or was I looking for some kind of light in this enveloping darkness? Why do I feel closer to the light of a distant planet than the light of the city nearby?
It’s getting darker than blue.
The long shadows are gone, and the new ones are thrown in directions difficult for me to understand.
I know it’s time to turn around, but not before marking the pavement with my own shadow, like transient graffiti declaring that in this moment “I was here.”