a u-shaped walk in the springtime of Regina

one of those nights when I confirm in my head (some say in their heart) what it means to live life. I’ve read, I’ve slept, I’ve gorged myself on pathetically synthetic cake, and I’ve walked, hooded, like a hippie night of some manifestation of the 20th century through this busy Regina evening.

Why would anyone move to a larger centre when there is so much here to explore? The bags in the trees, planted by a wind only a flat prairie may generate, the friendly canines and their smiling owners, walking around after 10 pm, the guys in t-shirts when it’s less than three degrees out… all reasons enough to fall in love with a community, if you ask me.

And then the sky, oh the sky! So crystal clear tonight, which is awkward following a day of gray dust hovering above. Makes me wonder what I have done to deserve this experience… most unlikely to have been experienced had I not stayed in this socialist province for four more years following high school.

when all is illuminated by orange street lights
the essence of the community is masked in gold
might as well be the rose-coloured glassed we see ourselves through
but for tonight, that light is my currency
to purchase fond memories of my experience in this drowsy city.