February 11, 2006
Its right when I leave that I miss the city the most, that I start to feel like I belong. I left class early to get back earlier and upon walking outside it all came together. There are some days worth writing about; the sounds, the sunset, the almost rank smell, the moon and the breeze and the smiles and the stares are and always have been enough to keep me wanting more. I walk a little slower, take it all in. I bought myself an hour and possibility an F, a failing day is worth every acceleration and lit laughter I encounter on my walk home, through Home.