Colorful gray sky moves east
with aching day.
Turn outside for walk
and with luck
work out kinks in sore muscles.
Cool air slows exhaustion
makes for a better walk
on tree covered streets after dark.
Smells of dinners mingle
on evening wind
overlaid by wood smoke
better than staying home.
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