Alleyways of the Imagination

Alleyways are places for privacy, far from the busy streets. The hours before dawn are best. Usually the neighbors have left for work, or they stay indoors, hidden away with their secret thoughts. Like them, I too am alone, but outside in the these long corridors, slowly moving under the glow of the street lamps and darkness between. How different is the lighting and the mood in this borderland, this place of moods rather than fact. Perhaps the scenery is suggesting instead of revealing, but I like the ambiguity. This place is a reflection of the human mind--where the public eye seldom looks--with a lock on its doors, open to only those who live here.