walk

My walk home from class.

1. I smell a tinge of lighter fluid in the air and think of Minnesota summers. Barbecuing. Camping. By the lake. The silent peace of summer with birding chirping in the background.

2. I see children playing at the park, screaming in their play world, laughing. Falling and picking one another up. Jumping up and down on the plastic playground. Nostalgia creeps over me. I feel okay with the world.

3. A large shiny metallic bus drives by. It has tinted window. All within are anonymous. It is new and mechanic. Powerful in its mass. A shadow of fear falls over me. A "Brave New World" fear.

4. I see a older man walking down my street with a spring in his step and a backpack on. I feel better.