with a most magical and tragic sense that everything is changing

i close my eyes as i walk the sidewalk at dusk
listen to the sound of electric wires and circuits buzzing
and the faint plop of fog so thick that it falls out of the sky in big flat drops
and all is saturated with water and electricity
i see and hear the fat drops, i watch and listen to the sparks fly
it's magic
it's alive
it's as muffled and electric as is possible.
both sad and alone and buried
while sparkling dynamic beautiful poignant

in stark contrast to the stifling hot frustrating day on the floor. sweat. yelling. listening. patience dwindling. patients dwindling in health. death beckons life awakens diamonds weddings travel and change. and tears at the end of it all don't know if happy or sad but most certainly both. the tragic wonderful changes that are, here.