we've had one week of perfection

there is something surreal about standing alone on the pavement watching the taxi make a U-turn, gather speed, and eventually disappear around the bend. it was 4am. for the first time i noticed that the street lamps hung from a wire, the strong wind made the pools of light dance in circles, the leaves joined them in this display. i could feel the storm brewing. not one car drove past. i stood there, part of the wind and the rustling trees, for the longest time- waiting for what, i dont know. it seemed likely that an adventure might chance my way or maybe i was simply waiting for the storm to claim me.