Even under clear blue skies this city is ugly and gray.
It’s freezing. Why am I riding in again?
Because it’s convenient. Because I don’t want to put my baby away just yet. Because…
Going home at night, warm lights glow and in the darkness the city is suddenly beautiful, reflecting along the waters and in the sky.
It’s a long road between city and home. I lag behind those ahead of me and pull away from those behind me. And for just a short while I’m all alone caught in between.
There are no streetlamps and the trees make it even darker. My wild imagination conjures up evil beings hiding in the darkness watching me, so close to me, with absolutely nothing in between us. Haha, I scare myself so badly, but it’s thrilling and I’m running away faster and faster…
Until I’ve caught up with the rest of the pack of commuters and I’m not the only person on the road. My pace slows and suddenly I’ve reached my destination.
I’m high, giddy, cold, as I crash on the couch, thankful and happy for the warmth and comfort of home.
is where the heart is.
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