Umberlla Man
By the time I noticed him,
he was already halfway down the path.
No footsteps. No sound but the soft patter on the rain soaked floor.
He never looked back.
Not at the trees. Not at the lights.
Not at the life he might’ve left behind.
Just forward, as if the gloom knew where he was going, and that was enough.
Cue the zither music … 🎵🎶 🎶