Sunshine

| Feb 19, 2011 min read
today
    in the car coming home
    a girl in the lane
opposite
    held her phone like
        the sunbeams coming through the window
seemed
    to become more musk than light
    padding softly across the keys
painted
    nails swiftly ghosting letters into words
    
the sense of longing
        thick in the lense of the air
    as everyone, accelerates homeward.