February 11, 2006

now home

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.

3 comments:

Doug said...

That was nice, Rio. Extra credit.

Alice: In Wonderland or Not said...

I give you extra credit as well...this relaxed me for some reason.

Rio said...

i aim to please as always