When snow takes its time,
the new year lights try to make amends.
But tail lights —
who shall pity them?
Fountain lights
When snow takes its time,
the new year lights try to make amends.
But tail lights —
who shall pity them?
boy with a hat 
I like this. Gives one an avenue for lots of thought processing
Tail lights make me happy. They’re a much needed respite from the glare of headlights coming at you.
Tail lights trailing through the fog – I especially like that. PS: The journal is filling up quickly.
Me too! And I’m so glad to hear that. How’s the other writing gadget? Still working well?
Yes. It’s just what I needed it to be.
Who can pity anything?
I like to imagine where they’re off to. It’s … they’re a mystery, seemingly mundane like their owners but oddly uplifting with an intent of going somewhere.