Twelve

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Now it was 5:45 pm, the day was starting to go home earlier than usual, perhaps an indication that we must, too. I was sitting in the passenger seat of the car, riding shotgun as they say. On a highway, in the city, I felt enclosed by the two rows-upon-rows of tall buildings piercing into the greying sky. A silence fell upon the drive, the buildings on either side of us flying by, some shabby, some under construction, all sombre, all cast by the suffused shadow of a closing day.

Now we were on a bridge, surrounded by water on either side, and under us. A greyish, blue sky was hiding a full moon in the distance. At first, it was hard to spot it, the dense smog hid the moon’s rotund gladness, but as the road fell off and we got closer, I looked at the full moon, quietly hoping the smog did not exist, and it was ever so obvious in the sky. As if a prayer was granted, I saw a reflection of the reddish sun in the rearview mirror, its fiery brandished glow in the same greyish blue sky right behind us. The white full moon was ahead of us, the reddish sun was behind us, both simultaneously adorning the sky. The water flowed below and we were under a spell.

Now we were surrounded by lush green trees on both sides, the distance to our destination shorter, quieter, verdant. The sun had set almost completely and the moon had risen fully. A smooth road lay in front of us, the little flowers from trees were falling on the windshield in the evening breeze. We were gaining speed, but our bodies were slowing down, beginning to lay down our guard. Twilight hung in the sky and the lined green trees welcomed us into the city we call home.

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