and I’m off

 

twenty minutes walk

with headphones in, purse on, & tea warming my hand

 

the walk is quiet

even though the streets bustle with people

the roads filled with cars

and the leaves continue to fall

 

“my class is in whitelands”

i say.

“dang that’s far”

they respond.

 

but i don’t think it’s far enough

i could walk this route for hours,

listening to my acoustic playlist

slightly dancing to the music

and kicking the orange and yellow leaves under my feet

 

i hold onto this moment

because in three months i’ll be wishing i was back

& setting out for my twenty minute walk.