Day 4 – Tuesday Night, at the Laundromat

Tuesday Night, at the Laundromat

Someday, I will remember that fog in this city means rain is coming.

I walk in the dark, water runs down my skin and my glasses.

Umbrellas pass me by and I remember.

I have let the downpour cleanse my soul so many times before.

There is a power in knowing one can survive. 

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