Light of Day

After sifting through stacks of boxes and old newspapers, I have finally seen the light of day again. I thought I had lost it for a while. I can breathe again in my new apartment. I decided I would go for a bike ride in my new neighborhood. It was a beautiful day. I noticed the way the lighting stuck out through the tops of the church cathedrals like holy rays. I felt nomadic. I yearned to travel faster and faster away on my bike, peddling and stabbing the wind with each breath. I was there. I was here before. I felt the cold October sun on my back, eating away at my summer skin. The afternoon shadows from the trees played games on the historic houses. I felt that my eye was an experimental camera capturing the blur of the beauty that surrounded me as I felt my soul sift gently through the changes of the fall air.