The Spark

I looked up from the escalator and could see myself in the chrome-like finish on the ceiling surrounded by neon lights and the sounds of jets. Though she was leaving for now, we would intersect again in exactly one week in this same bright and noisy place appreciating that had time passed, bringing her homeward bound. The wind blowing on the chimes remind me of her and I smile. It's okay... already Tuesday.

Some friends chimed in.