You have not had anything new here to read because I’ve not posted what I wrote or I’ve not written what I should. A variety of reasons exist for that, but they are my own. Here’s something to work out my cobwebs.
But not here. On richer streets in safer parts of the city lamps konk on and frizzle to life and bath the mown grass in mercury incandescence. Warm orange kitchen lights square up the near silhouette of cookie-cutter cut homes while the early rabbits hunker near holly bushes afraid to broach the open lawn. From higher places, places above neatly chimnied rooftops, the last red hope of day drops below the horizon leaving behind a withering orange band.