In the Gloaming...

i sit with the gloaming...

sleeveless...

barefoot...

70°...

january...

the warmth like a heavenly hand...

laid upon me...

 a plane passes over...

 a dove calls...

sounds eliciting an old memory...

another place...

another time...

gypsy blood...

back then...

called to wander

but this day's end...

after 63 revolutions around the sun...

i just want to go home...

then i realize...

i am home...

and somehow...

that makes me...

sad...