OF....

Of red moving things around the city with numbers that have meaning to my life.
Of fog and rain that smiles at me when I am traveling.

Of first rains that caress the windshield, and bring back memories
Of happiness and freedom that warms the heart.

Of food on the highway that is filled with softness from the heart.
Of smells that transport you to some else place.

Of butterflies that keep you company all night.
Of no space in between to let air pass through.

Of wind in the hair, and emotions in the air.
Of moving mountains, and falling rain

Of breathtaking views, of cliffs below
Of coffee in the cold, corn crisps straight of the stove.

Of spirits that travel back in time,
For all that is shared with mine.

Nitu