the air of a new chapter

impatiently, i careened in no definite series,
along a grassy, uneven byway,
which was, respectively, decorated with a weeping willow,
and a few layers of nightfall.
to my left, some artificial body of water was assembled,
shimmering from citylights, like randomly assorted diamonds
on black velvet spreads.
surreptitiously, i captured photographs,
which convened into files like segments fumbling into place.
i gathered myself,
and i gathered my previous thoughts
of our prosperous evening together,
and took in a breath,
which was the air of a new chapter.
and as my solemn, distanced mindset
had disposed of itself,
i took on a new uniform,
in the air of a new chapter.