You Belong Here.

You belong here, with nimble feet and coherent eyes. In specks of rain water and on the verge of colder nights, blaring lights will cast the city anew. Then rest will settle in this place and the grays will have molted into something, anything, less bleak. Bones will thaw, veins dilate, and love will fumigate the bitterness of yesteryears. In this place, with expectancy raining down and air so clean, you'll long, you'll belong.