Walking to the Bus Stop

I wrote this with the hope of sharing how it feels to be walking down the street towards my bus stop in the early morning. It may not do the walk justice, but it conveys some idea of how it feels

Lonely

It's a long walk to the bus stop

Birds chirping and tweeting, conversing

Squirrels scurry by

Deer run away, their hooves clippity clopping on the asphalt 

Cars going by, engines revving

Busy day ahead

Have to get started

The smell of rain lingers still

Those minutes, those moments, fill my brain

Any argument, any negative feeling, leaves me

I put my music on

I am then transported to another place

Another world

I am calm

I am happy

The early morning smells enter my body as I breath in

It is unlike any other feeling humanly possible

I am grounded, yet I am in the clouds

This is where I am meant to be