Green light in front of my face.
Rain drops on my wind shield.
Flags blowing in the breeze.
The night is cold.
I am warm inside my car.
Alone.
Waiting for someone to arrive.
Excitement.
Anticipating exhilaration.
The night has not yet begun.
by Lauren Sweetland
April 2007
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