the bus ride made her unwell, added to the feeling of sickness from unexpected
warm temperatures and coming over-equipped for the weather, and unequipped
for hydration. she walked on home, the sun in her eyes. Halfway there she had
an inexplicable urge to take off her shoes and walk barefoot in the cool trickles
of water running down the side of the road. she composed herself, but marvelled
in springs progression, conveyed by the glistening reflections of sun in the gutters.
a beautiful sense of nostalgia, of care-free springs, sending leaves and twigs down
those macro rivers and watching them spiral down in the current. she thought
she might have to do that again, and soon. nothing better than a dose of childhood
innocence to beat that mundane existence and those walking blues.
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