Catching the 4:47 p.m., for dinner
and a show in the city, had a few
minutes to spare. I left the warm
station, stepped to the platform,
pulled my warm scarf close.
Mid-November, twilight's upon us.
I took in the sights across the way;
bank, shops, family diner, tapas
restaurant and the Italian place;
bright with colorful windows.
Church bells rang clear and heads tilted.
Precisely at 4:45, icicle lights,
strung from the roof line, blinked on.
Gasps, soft as a whisper,escaped those
assembled.
"So pretty!" a young girl spoke for all,
pointing first one way,
then another. Voices hummed,
happy talk burbled
skyward.
Electric switch snapped on to
illuminate surprised faces. Pleased by
scores of tiny white lights, sharp
contrast to the deepening dark,
spirits lifted, travelers board the train.
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