The evening stroll

A lingering twilight, descending into night,

a casual breeze bringing a suspicious mist.

Of an unknown origin, it carries a spell,

thick and heavy in the air, beckoning, calling to me,

the mist swirling about me.

The evening is dripping with a nervous energy.

Breathing it in, I fill my lungs with it,

intoxicating and expanding.

The spell now cast I dream of adventure, of intrigue

and rendezvous.

Of clandestine meetings in dark corners,

with danger lurking.

Of hurried footsteps and pounding heart....... furtive glances,

who to trust.

Nervous exchanges of packages.

I exhale slowly, releasing the dream,

With a smile on my lips and a wistful look in my eyes,

I continue my evening stroll.