Sky still dark after visiting the DMV

Approaching this place, I am aware of how beautiful the sky is. Her deep golds and orange penetrate the eye and the darkness surrounding it comforts me. I’ve always felt safer in the dark. As I enter the building, I fold into the line that is already starting to curve like a serpent. A number is taken. Sterile black letters that remind me that I will not leave from here anytime soon. One by one, the numbers are called, the people are helped, and I approach my turn. Most of the time I see white paint on the wall, cold grey floors, blank expressions as the tired crowd gets their tickets paid, their licenses renewed. The light is florescent, devoid of life. “Number 235.” That’s me. I turn in the form and without a glance she looks past me, “Next.” The system continues. I turn to re-enter the outside world. Emerging back into my beloved. She has changed and the gold has given way to purples and pinks. She has long forgotten her bright blues and embraces me into her darkness.