I wonder how a black clouds formed during a storm. As I traveled Home from a 24Hour Duty. A gloomy, Rainy Tuesday fills the air with sleepy eyesight and I want to cradle and lie on my bed the whole day. A traffic jam flashed my seen towards the intersection as I stare a white sky that tried to blink on my bus window. I imagined people who doesn’t have descent home during this stormy season. The cold, clammy hands who lingers a warmth place to live-in. Do they have enough food supply to last for a week or even a single day. As I walked, to an over passed which flooded by water , that my wet shoes feels like water is overflowing in my socks. But, I continue to Thank God for this wonderful day and praying for those poor people on the sidewalks that they may surpass this water flooding day, my sleepy eyes still focused on my writings as I burst all the words inside my head. I longed to see my loved ones because I wanted to stay , talked and embraced my pillow with this cold time seasons. Can a red hood jacket protects me from a stormy hard rain and wind. I sighed, I think , No it can’t. but I need to park my pen. I’m beyond my stop point. As I watched the fast speed colors of the bus code. I have glee in my heart that I have sign and part my pen again
9:40am Off NAIA Duty
August 7,2007
