Walking with my book bag snuggly on my back,
walking with my un-needed coat slung over my arm,
walking, reading the newest GDT,
amused to no end.
Whilst sipping a Jungle Juice from Java Wally's.
Having just waved to friends and acquaintances.
Reaching the end of the parking lot was jarring.
Realizing that I now had to cross the street,
And venture down the restrictive sidewalk.
to the place where I call home, but is not permanent.
The place where I am most comfortable,
and at the same time, feel like a stranger.
Walking, reading, sipping takes nothing from me.
I could have walked through the parking lot forever.