Fall Dusk

There’s a light in the air, a gray light from the overcast sky, that pervades the park. I watch people outside the booth when it’s slow and I want a distraction from the pain in my legs. 

They move through the mild, gloomy evening, and there’s this sense of… not exactly nostalgia, maybe mild deja vu. Everyone is young and beautiful and completely unaware of the cold winter that’s coming.