October 31, 2021

I walk fast and determined towards my apartment, bracing myself against the first flutters of winter weather. I fish around in my coat’s deep pockets, not sure what exactly I am looking for but knowing the warmth feels good against hiding hands. I stop under a looming street light and bask in the glow of the lamp, its yellow shine making the darkest streets of Brooklyn glow with a soft fog, a gleaming sort of gloom working alone to illuminate the late October night.

- E.L.