where that place is for me?
We are all moved by this weather. by now, all the leaves are gone and we are left with the bare bones of ourselves. the rain is relentless. people step off the bus with jackets pulled tight, heads bowed and feet scrambling for some place dry. i can't help but watch them. we are such a hurried people. never lingering, always in a rush. i'd be lying if i said i didn't feel like i'm falling behind. i'd be lying id i said i didn't feel the slightest bit jealous. these people- they all have some place to be. when will i know where that place is for me?