Traffic lights shine out from behind traces of clouds, all around the the streets the clouds come down to the ground. There is a chill in the air common to these late moments of November. The road bends in front of us, but being familiar can be navigated through this creeping fog.
If you look to the right, over the bridge, you will notice that the city has disappeared, vanished, poof, gone.
Everything that stood is gone. The city has gone.
Tomorrow it will return
when this lifts, but it will not be the same. It will look the same, often feel the same, but someone this night, under the cover of these clouds has come and replaced the city and left a false one behind.
We look over our left shoulders and in the park there are magic yellow lights that lead to a forest full of of our imagination. As we walk away from home, it disappears behind us.
It’s eerie she says
I’m inclined to agree. There is no fear however tonight, just mystery and adventure.
We turn back, the way is familiar once more. Everything reverses. A green machine cuts a crescent through the night somewhere inside the city that can no longer be seen.
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