reaches its epilogue
I recall—
the bright neons,
the gentle pastels,
the reflecting hues
Some revealed
a clear sky
some unfolded
deeper shades
while others
left shadows cast
as I stepped into
crowds and cultures
I arrive at a juncture
of hues and greys
Unsure—
if the trip left me
illuminated
or unchanged
Or perhaps—
I should restart
another journey
or let it rest
Another one—
this time
to walk differently—
less hurried
fewer hues