Morning Commute

The shadow overtakes the foliage like a painter’s brush blotting the darker hues in the pallet.

Blots of deep green run across the leaves as they reach for the train.

The train is an infant’s mother. Rocking and rocking.

Heads bob along.

The loud hums of the engine drown out the sounds of the city.

My eyes scan the the storefronts, the outdoor cafes, the strollers and dog walkers.

What is on their agenda for the day?

With whom are they meeting?

Are they strolling through this autumn day or following a daily routine.

Music plays through my earbuds

Thoughts of daily deadlines swirl through my mind.

The announcement reminds me of my approaching destination.

My day begins as I long await another unraveling story during my evening commute.

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Memory Bank

my senses are a time machine

they lasso me back to the 80’s

to my childhood

whether it is a summer morning

lit up with bright sunshine

being serenaded by the cardinals’ melodies

I am sent back to summer break riding my bike to the pool

or an October evening with an Autumn breeze as warm as June

my footsteps crunching down the block

I am sent back and a smile grows across my face.

Now, it is the fireplace aroma grabbing me

with lightening speed back to winter break

sledding in frigid air on metal disks

and the late afternoon dim light

I see the tiny white lights on the trees

lined down the village streets

the warmth of this memory hugs me

my bank is full

it is almost bursting at the hinges

my senses are the combination that unlocks my safe

its contents remind me

life is good!