I ran around chasing sunlight for a while yesterday. I wasn’t sure what I was hoping for, but I think it had something to do with wanting to keep the day for a while.

My feet were the colour of soot; my hands red with the surge of blood and fervour.

I saw birds circling above me, in perfect shapes, making shadows of moving rings on the ground.

The shadows got longer and distorted and I knew I had to stop running at some point.

The evening came by, despite my best efforts to contain all the sunlight in my arms. The day did end.

In the grey evening light, I realized that disappointment usually soaks through the layers and finds you, even though you deny any deeper meaning.