The bus takes a turn around the hill. I can see the little city lights twinkling, beckoning.
There is a slight nip in the air, I can feel the chill in my toes. I've missed this feeling, Iv missed the cold.
December cold. Not the freezing cold, not the wet cold, but the nice cold. The kind that makes you want to throw on a soft, oversized sweater, hunch your shoulder and snuggle up to someone.
I dream of warm milk shakes and mayo sandwiches from the Parsi cafe, I wonder if it will be open by the time I reach the city, I hope it will.
Tomorrow I will search for my boots, hang the Christmas countdown calendar, unpack the decorations.
The fairy lights disappear from sight. I lean back again. Ten days have gone by so swiftly but strangely it feels like a month that I left home. I've learnt so much. I've changed. things will never quite be the same. Clear as crystal they saw me, encouraged me to be the best I could be. They waved with childlike fervor, I promised I'd be back, they said 'hopefully'.
seat #4
There is a slight nip in the air, I can feel the chill in my toes. I've missed this feeling, Iv missed the cold.
December cold. Not the freezing cold, not the wet cold, but the nice cold. The kind that makes you want to throw on a soft, oversized sweater, hunch your shoulder and snuggle up to someone.
I dream of warm milk shakes and mayo sandwiches from the Parsi cafe, I wonder if it will be open by the time I reach the city, I hope it will.
Tomorrow I will search for my boots, hang the Christmas countdown calendar, unpack the decorations.
The fairy lights disappear from sight. I lean back again. Ten days have gone by so swiftly but strangely it feels like a month that I left home. I've learnt so much. I've changed. things will never quite be the same. Clear as crystal they saw me, encouraged me to be the best I could be. They waved with childlike fervor, I promised I'd be back, they said 'hopefully'.
seat #4
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