Oxford grip

I walked through the Oxford streets last night, not late enough to call late, but at a time when I felt I should either be near to bed or a inside a bar.  The pavements rested, most were inside.

I was looking up at the star slung sky hung above the Camera, trying to find a way with my words- graceful enough to earn being listened to.

Words had gone down with the sun, and perhaps an old time awe had returned to me.

I am happy to be back in a City I can call home, for these are few,
or none but
here.