All the Flames

The night comes in the same way that Odin travels the roads and paths between the worlds: portended from afar, his heavy walking stick booming as it hits the cobblestones of stars, and yet a surprise in sudden arrival. Street lamps flicker on of their own accord as my hand makes the sign of peace that the stroke of a light switch can be. All the flames — sulfur, incandescent, sodium vapor,and more — all the flames dance in welcome. — Annette Marie Smith