sky shines bright

floor to ceiling office windows are not nearly cold enough to keep the sparkling cement at bay. these toddler skyscrapers kick up the reflection and throw it up to the sky, the sky shines bright with a thousand windows crackling sun at trees, at cars, at squinting Seattle-ites humming with the vibrations of a defrosting earth.

if i tip my head, careful not to bump my nose, i can see the Mexican joint where we shared a meal, your old office just across the way reminding me of beginnings, and the cold truth of relationships like revolving doors scraping the walls of our hearts, to leave aching marks with every person sucked in and spat out.

but, the sky shines bright with more tomorrows than i could ever hope to use up, the concrete sparkles, waiting for the rains of spring, i can breathe deep next to this penny smelling window and remember the crisp smell of the earth turning towards longer days.