it is well before sunrise
beautiful and crisp
soft scents of dew & springtime
as I walk to the train station
the morning moon hangs in fog above the tracks
a calming beacon of serenity
a bit noisy though.
shut up, birds!
Walked to the GO train station in the morning. Very pleasant. But pleasantness never really lasts, does it. It’s only a fleeting moment that we feel pleased, and then we can’t really believe it, wow I guess this is what it feels like to be pleased, surely there must be more to it, my gosh am I overthinking it now, why does everything have to be so complicated, what are the birds even saying, are they pleased to hear my footsteps, am I dragging my feet, what’s the faintest sounding scuffing noise I can make as I step so as not to disturb my avian friends, why can’t we all just quiet down and give ourselves some peace.