Another Moscow April day.
Unmelted, dirty, hard, grainy, scratchy snow
Like weathered elbow skin scratching dried-up sand on salty rocks
More thoughts on when winter will end
When when when when when when
Look out the window
Sunlight.
The yellow buildings look warm again.
The clouds dispersed
Puzzle pieces drifting apart
Like broken river ice
Sadness temporarily melts away
Making way to the flow.
It’s coming, spring.
Wandering Travelographer 