Life in Rosy Hues

Night light in Zurich.
Liquorice streets.
Fork lightning, and trams.
You and I talking.

We are at an age now.
Between pedantry and urgency.
Nostalgia and tomorrow.
Recklessness and reason.

It’s a conundrum of sorts.
How we should live this life.
You start to sing ‘La Vie en rose’.
‘The wrong city’ I say.

We both sigh.
Take each other’s hands.
As the thunder cracks,
and the rain sheens.