diary of a 20 something

The sun was low in the Saturday sky 

We set off on a walk around the block

Hunting its glow cast on the sidewalk,

Yearning for its warmth

After a few blocks of cold, our noses red

We resigned,

Giving up on the sun

But in the alley, just before our street

There it was

A wide swath of sun, waiting for us 

Like lizards we bathed in its winter rays

Eyes closed as we stood, in the middle of the alley

Our breath slow, barely audible over the chirping birds 

Neither wanting to break the silence

We could stand here forever 

In this quiet 

Just the sun

And the birds

And me 

And you