Oct 17

on my way home

the soft smell of wet leaves caresses my nose as I inhale 
while the gently falling raindrops kiss my upturned face 

as the wind blows quietly 
making my scarf flutter gently against my sweater
and my cheeks flush a rosy pink 

my bike tires in the puddles 
spray cold muddy water on my pantlegs
but I don't mind

cause I'm on my way 
on my way home.