Dusk and I have rapport; eves let shadows dissipate while feet tread through lambent paths’ reminders of becoming days.
Remaining rays remind of bestie’s serendipitous surprise, how brightful turned warmthful—so calmingly endeared.
I cannot change where I have been. Nor can I choose that which I pass wherever I go. But, reflections twixt sets can both darks erase and hopes trace. ; )