autumn october sunday
it was a rainy morning
the air outside was chilly
in the afternoon
the sun tried to show,
fighting to shine
from behind
the clouded overcast
with patches of crisp
clean blue sky
the ipod played on shuffle
I stayed sober
drinking only water
eating cheese filled
green olives and peppers
sitting at the vintage writing desk
writing thoughts
the last year of my thirties
losing another job
with the balcony door open
that crisp cool autumn
october air
I stood
in the balcony doorway
looking out
over the quiet street
of lökkeveien
and the wooden houses
of Son - a small seaside village
