Rain falls, and the air turns faintly cold.
Beyond the window, blurred outlines begin to surface.
A dying bulb leaves behind a trace of warmth.
Someone may have been here—
or perhaps no one at all.
Rain falls, and the air turns faintly cold.
Beyond the window, blurred outlines begin to surface.
A dying bulb leaves behind a trace of warmth.
Someone may have been here—
or perhaps no one at all.