ktkate

I wrote this last week but felt like posting it today....

It was a dark and stormy morning when the young lady dashed out of her apartment building to catch the bus. Slow rain and gloom surrounded her as she ran across the street, the air crisp, wet, and cool. It gave a calming feel to the dark morning. The street lamps gleamed in the sheen of the wet pavement, casting a candlelight feel to the morning. The bus arrived, earlier than usual, with the heat turned up high and the uncomfortable feeling prevalent and inescapable. The
fifteen minute ride was accompanied by strangers sleepily piling on, stumbling to find seats in the sudden brightness of the interior. Streets passed by, one after another, too familiar to be of interest. The bus stopped for a few minutes next to one of the major thouroughways of the city, trying to slow itself down and appease those hurrying toward the bus stops, afraid they will miss it. Finally, the bus arrived downtown, where the young lady swung off. The immediate smell of the city hit her, a moldy smell mingled with wet cleanness of the air. As she turned the corner, the sharp smell of fresh flowers cut through the air, reminding her that once again, beauty can outshine the dirt that permeates all smells in the city. As she strode towards her work, music attacked her ears, cheesy music pumped out of the local popular starbucks, promising that yet another day of capitalism and commerce was just beginning. The street kids were not out yet, the canvassers still warm in their beds. This was the time of the morning that promised hope and comfortable aloneness before the daily grind started up once again. And the young lady just wished she had gotten a few more hours of sleep to deal with the day
ahead....

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Just got home from New Year's in Dallas - more about that later when I feel like writing and not passing out....