The cool breeze of the morning licks the freckled skin of my face as I stand here in contemplation under the rustling trees. Four others also remain here in silence along the roadside, like ever-present sentinels that gaze with watchfulness over their respective charges, whatever they must be.
A hum of a car can be heard before it appears from around the bend. The moment feels like an exact one twenty-four hours past. It was where the identical chill gnawed at my fingertips and earlobes, the Sun continuously attempted to break through a sheer membrane of vaporous water, and the same sad Celtic ballad drummed through my seething mind.
I take a deep breath that twists itself into a soul-departing sigh as I discern the bus groaning from that same northerly place…
It will take me closer, but still so utterly far that I shall suppress that swell of disconsolation into the farthest recess of the mind to carry on as I must.
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