The angel of the neon lights

It's late.

I'm looking out of the attic window

at the neon lights

on the cars as they drive

into the night.

On my music player I'm listening to a song called sister song.

It's evoking such bitter sweet memories in my heart

I ache a little.

Looking out the window it's as if the cars

are driving in slow motion

and the night is happy with that.

The songs of Perfume Genius are gentle.

The lead singer reminds me of Neil Young in the early days;

and this makes me think of the 60's, the 70's.

Each decade , that seemed to go by like a minute ago.

What is this life?

When on a Saturday night your mind

 is filled with images of

camper vans,

and girls with garlands of flowers in their hair?

I could list the pictures.

Would you want that?

Perhaps not.

April.

Here I am again.

Looking out

at the blinking neon lights