Hounds of the light

Like a peacock trying to attract a mate, the colours of the city centre decoration beckoned to the cash strapped and rolling bills mogul alike. It was bright, magnetic and brought them into town like hounds after blood. This time they used colours outside the regular festive choices, well all except green.

Purple for royalty: elegant and lush.

Blue for stability: loyal and calming.

Green for life: freshness and hope.

Shame they all reminded me of everything I lacked in my life; I definitely wasn’t of royal descent, I never had a family for more than six months and even those could hardly be described as a family more like a children’s cartel. And, No I am not holding unto the silly notion called hope; hope travels too slowly for me.

Time to get a move on dark musings never added anything to my pocket, but the bustling crowd at the train station did. Thanks to the light and the hounds of shoppers it attracted my pickings won’t be slim.

 

Source: Pixabay free images.

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