Just a moment to save. . .

Walking south towards home, bag bouncing off my hip, another one swinging from my wrist, delicate ripples of clouds, pale grey-white in the sky ahead of me. I glance west, and the sun is setting, still a ways above the horizon, all creamy golden. Cross the next street, and glance down, and it's mostly hidden behind dark green leaves, but the creamy gold illuminates their edges. A little bounce in my stride as I leave the ball of each foot, working my way west, and up the steps to the brownstone.

Home.

Happy.