St Petersburg, an Icy Night
An icy rain falls from my EMS hood of a thin jacket, all around me the people of St Petersburg scurry as I walk down the Nevskiy Prospekt, towards my temp home. Hard faces softened by neon and that cold rain. Smiles appear under hoods and umbrellas, the American also walks.
It is with fear that trudge further on after knowing I have been sated with a meal fit for a Tsar, caviar black and rich, placed back in the shell of an egg, forgotten times these days. No other faces have a caviar glow.The scruffy boots over rule the dress pants, we all smile, I walk in the icy rain.
It is with fear that trudge further on after knowing I have been sated with a meal fit for a Tsar, caviar black and rich, placed back in the shell of an egg, forgotten times these days. No other faces have a caviar glow.The scruffy boots over rule the dress pants, we all smile, I walk in the icy rain.
Labels: Rain, St Petersburg
posted by Kent E St. John at 4:00 PM
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That's where the Tsar Alexander used to take walks with his friend John Quincy Adams.
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