There is something exhilarating about bursting
out of the tunnel and into blinding sunshine. A
sense of breaking
free from the suffocating darkness, of going
from uncertainty, the unknown,
to brilliant and sudden clarity.
A metaphor for something, I'm sure.
And while everyone squints, blinks, disgruntled
by the displacement, I smile
with eyes half-closed against the glare,
but still able to see:
the shimmering surface of the river redolent under the sky
and feel the smooth, almost
undetectable ascension of the
tracks, which mirrors
unconsciously, all the time,
the quiet vein of
joy rising in my heart.
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