Sunday Walks

Signaling the end of another long week is the short walk I make from the library to my place every Sunday night. The lonely trek is one which helps me clear my mind, getting ready for the week ahead. Just 4 more journeys like that and it all ends. Not down the winding path, that was even a longer time ago. This is on the tarmac, cutting across the campus into the safe cocoon of warmth and comfort of things mine, accumulated here or otherwise.

Occasionally, someone accompanies me on this trek and it's a welcome distraction.

Only 4 more times. Before I leave.