Early Morning Drizzle

3:00 o’clock in the morning, a light drizzle showers the warm tarmac. It lasts a bit longer than a man’s urinating. A cool breeze momentarily lifts the window curtain where I sit facing the computer. I think about many things in life—reminiscing about younger days, imagining the uncertain future. A tense feeling lingers in my chest, pregnant with words left unsaid, like a cloud heavy with rain that never falls.

Good night.