As I scanned my closet, for what to wear, I reflected on my appreciation to no longer be working in uniform. At how my closet has expanded in the couple of years since I came back. Brighter now than it has ever been. I first picked the pants, sliding each leg in before considering the top, my fingers flipping through the folded. Trying on one before trading it out for another. Considering in the mirror ahead if I should try another, but quieting my fussing for the hope of punctuality. Turning to the hall closet, I picked out a fitting coat, to shield me from the returning chill. Next, I grabbed my filled bag and keys before beginning my journey. It was a crisp morning. A spotted border collie that always looked a little crazed was out in the fenced yard, a block and a half from mine. Always jumping excitedly on my approach. Jumping up on the fence to great me. Tail wagging frantically. On approach, I said hello and stood ahead of the pet. The tag encrusted with fake gems encircling the name “Moxy”. I stayed for only a moment, knowing I’d likely see her the following day, and continued off, waving behind me. Work was hard, and draining, but these moments offered fuel. The times I could commune with the world.
My path was often the same. I began to know where the raised sidewalk squares were, the animals that lived and frequented the area, even the people, though all we shared were smiles and nods. I enjoyed this city, but at times I wished for tree-lined streets and crisper air. It was when I began to imagine forest air that I knew I soon had to break to return. To recupe. With a mental note made, I kept walking, powered by beautiful music, and a planned escape.
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He watched patiently for her arrival, for her footsteps. Delighted as he heard them approach. Securing his spot at his window, he watched. Heartbeat increased as she came into view. As her outfit did. She was wearing the outfit. Today was the day.