Where Streetlights Echoes

Some evenings carry two lives within them. The darkening sky pulls me back to my teenage years — playing ghost man in the graveyard, walking the railroad tracks, sneaking out after dark, and lingering with friends until the streetlights reminded us it was time to go home. There was freedom then, the kind that lived in daring moments, in laughter spilling into the night, in a village of friends who spoke the language of youth. And now, in this second chapter of life, I find another kind of freedom. Firelight instead of streetlight. Conversations that stretch long into the night — less about mischief, more about meaning. A circle of friends who carry wisdom, humor, and the grounding presence of now. Different skies, different chapters, but the same thread of belonging — reminding me that joy is not left behind, only reshaped.

From Tracks to Flames

Streetlights blink and shadows play,
railroad tracks lead dreams away.
Whispers carried through the night,
ghosts and laughter take their flight.

Now firelight warms the autumn air,
stories deepen, truths laid bare.
Different skies, yet still I see,
joy remains, reshaped, with me.

With Grace & Ink,

Mai