99th street

The mist rolled in covering the path.

The sun dawns behind the tall trees glaring through, I’m blinded by the sight.

I’m strutting down the path.

The crashing sound of water and waterfalls fill the air but the sound of magpies fill the air as well. 

The ice covering the rocks slowly evaporated.

My face feels cold because of the breeze.

When I find the waterfall, my knees feel weak but I have this sort of relief.

I look at the time it is almost 9, I should probably go home because I've got to start my 9-5.

I put a lime in my water, then I’m on my way walking to the workplace, everyday except for Sunday. 

After I end work at 5, I walk to 95th street.