Favourite Day

It’s 7PM,
On my favourite day of the year.
I take the long way home…

Sounds of celebration,
Fill my ears.
Concrete streets,
Like pillows on my feet.
I’m at peace,
Despite my lack of sleep.
I’m giddy,
Gleeful,
Bathed in warmth, when
Only the night before,
I stood in darkness.

Hello, British Summer Time!
Let’s celebrate, then.