The traveling reunion

The barely lit street lamps flicker yellow and dim. It's not raining, but not long ago pouring, the damp air gripping tightly against my skin. Our glacial season is upon us, bitterly nipping at red nosed children and elderly shins. Still their smiles remain, as they run along, and their window shopping grins. The city sleeps,but this quiet feels uneasy, and uncomfortably grim.Walking with such slow leisure, that with every step I can hear the unoiled creaking, and sounds that whisper of each one of my limbs. I feel silly in this moment, imagining if this were a race against a snail , that the snail would surly win. My chances I would not bet on, making it back home before our day begins. Tilting my head upward to see the beautiful rusted sunset, nature’s clock confirming my stakes are looking slim. Not how i planned to be together again, my guilt filled up to the brim, but all will make sense and feel safe , once i feel the warmth of him