Relative Tranquility

But when I turn the corner and walk down my street, my anger fades. I feel the spring sun on my back, warming my bones. Birdsong fills my ears and I can’t hear any cars. I’m filled with a sense of calm.

As I walk further into the tranquility, I know it won’t last. Tomorrow, I’ll be back on the bus, with the people. But for now, I let it soak in. Don’t fret about the next song, just sit back and enjoy the music while it lasts.

My neighbours smile, and I respond in kind. I wave to a few. I hear a dog bark.

And quite frankly, this place never felt more like home.

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