Thursday, June 16, 2011
Wanderer
As i went out of my home, i knew the weather is not going to be favorable. My feet were welcomed with pieces of ice spread across the street. There were waves of chilled breeze. It touched my fingers and face, moving up my arms and down my chest through a thin t-shirt. Damn i forgot to wear any jacket. My jeans also was not a good shield for my legs against the chilling breeze out there either. The breeze was having snow flakes dancing in it as it blew. It went through my hair, made it all haywire and left some of the snow behind. It was a bad storm last night. There are so many icicles lying on the ground. My bare feet can tell. I could see some known and some unknown places around. My heart tempted me to go for a shelter. At times like these, heart goes weak the first. All of it should have given me the shivers. All of it should have given me the goosebumps. If you couldn't feel anything, you don't feel pain either. I guess it happens to anyone whose clothes, shoes and home is blown away in a stormy night. With nothing left to care for, nothing left to feel for, I just wandered long in this dawn.
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