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  • Writer's pictureCM Francis

The Day I ... Went a Different Path

At 7:45 in the morning, I decided to walk a different path. I went down Route 38 all way to the intersection of the library. There, I climbed up the hill toward the State Hospital. It this point, I was sweating, dying of thirst, and the sun beaming ray's were cloudless skies. It was about twenty minutes, and I already wanted to go home. I started to doubt myself, thinking I should have taken the same old routine I've done over the past three years.

However, a little smile goes a long way. Climbing the mountainous hill, I reached the top and glanced at some security police officer. I waved because that's what I do to everyone is see. Then, he rolled down his window, waved at me, and gave me the biggest smile (he looked somewhat familiar, but I couldn't place where I had seen him before). That beautiful smile gave me a little push to keep going.

Once I crossed onto Livingston Street, about 70% of the roadway was shaded, thank goodness. I slowed my step, turned off my iPhones music, and just stared at the long corn fields, gently dancing in the wind. The plant wasn't ready to be picked yet, but I think soon, I'll find and eat the perfect corn.

When I crossed the street onto an even sidewalk, I hit play and picked up my step.

I listened to Demi Lovato, "Confidence," Linkin Park's, "A Place for My Head," and Extreme's, "Play With Me." At this point, my pours flooded over my brow with my eyes stinging from all the sweat. Finally, I stopped at Starbucks and grabbed an ethos water, natural spring water.

For the last twenty minutes, I lethargically walked with vines covering my sneakers, pine trees smelling like Christmas, and pollen floating near the dandelions.

Today is going to be a good day, I just know it.

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