Colored lights (Day 1194)

A constant rain dampened 

everything that first year.

Only the glow of colored 

lights warmed the room.

So, jazz station on the radio, 

I danced alone in the dark, 

While ice gathered at the base 

of warped aluminum windows.

Since then, I learned to leave 

the lights up, the radio on. 

© 2020 by Hannah Six