Tuesday, November 17, 2009
I'm leaning against the telephone pole and watching the mist dance with the street light. Humming along to the sounds in my blown out headphones, I catch eyes with the cars that drive by. They welcome me back to my past and show what I've missed all this time: The comfort of cold air, wet asphalt, and late nights. The purr of a bus just started up, the smell of exhaust and rain, the possibility I'll miss my next bus on my way home. There's a beauty in these thoughts. There's life in our past that we sometimes forget.