Day

For every new day to begin again, with joy and hope. I look for things to settle down, at their pace, it could have been, but it's all in the leftover spaces. Leftover cities, everyday houses, at every new space to stop and eat at. It's a void, you lose to adulting. Nor the monsoon winds, or spring or the cold winter morning. Hopping on pleasing sunset cafes, low-key music, and one orange juice.