the sun is brighter today

all the curtains are thrown back, the shades are up
my hair is wrapped into a high ponytail
i'm walking taller today
the sun feels warm on my face as i wipe away the grime,
the grit that collected there from early spring til now is gone
the room smells crisply of vinegar and lemons
glowing of blue light filtered through my yellow awning
soft and green like new beginnings

~written in august when the cobwebs were swept away and began writing in earnest again

abstract by derek santiago