HS Episode #1

The ride from the station
is always a special one.
My memory of the place
leads my emotions home first;
I just follow it.
The ride to the station
is always difficult.
Heart sits back stubbornly,
feet reluctant to leave; already
wanting to come back soon.
The days in between —
pass like winter afternoon;
it had hardly begun
when it’s half gone.

Stubbornly optimistic, a listener of the universe and follower of my dreams. Coffee, smell of new books, long walks, old melodies, good sense of humour, and poetry light me up. I want to be happy when I grow up.

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