The sun shines gently on my skin
While birds sing me about their past nights dreams.
People in their thirties, forties, fifties and even sixties walk and run
All up and down the river bank.
The football courts are empty yet
Because teenagers tend to sleep longer.
My shadow, long and slim
Sitting on a bench while typing
And remembering the past mornings
That I have spent in places
Very far from here.