AGAINST THE FLOW OF TRAFFIC – ACTON28.BLOG

I’m lured to this corner, for what reason I do not know.

Tempted by all senses.

Drawn out of my shadows and head unburied.

The sand parts for my steps.

Distant engines roar into activity, tensing my every muscle.

Hope sits at the departure lounge.

A new day awaits, fresh with pineapple juices and greenery.

I return to you.