Random thoughts on a bus
It's
super cold outside yet the bus is freezing inside with more cold air from the
air conditioning.
The bus feels like it's going so fast, I for once feel the need for a seat-belt. (aside from the fact that they drive on the wrong side of the road)
Isolation comes to mind when I think about how I can't hear the birds sing or the cars beep with these glass windows between me and the outside world.
The people are easier to talk to as they all speak English, yet they don't have that same friendly smile.
Everything is busy with people everywhere, yet I feel so detached.
But once we get out of the busy city and we cross the long and promising bridge, it begins.
I see the water under the bridge flowing back and forth to the shore.
I see the sheep eating happily in the fields, not bothered by anything.
I see the vibrant green trees leaning over the streets to come and greet me.
I see the wind dancing with everything that it can.
And finally, for the first time today, I see the sun shine down on me through the clouds to briefly warm me, welcome me, and comfort me.
As I listen to the album "The Weatherman" by Gregory Alan Isakov which I would usually relate to my time spent in Cambodia, I start to feel okay.
I suddenly start to imagine what it'll be like once I arrive at my destination.
I imagine stepping out into the cold yet fresh air and taking a deep breath for once.
I imagine the sound of the wind through the trees.
I imagine the wonderful feeling of warmth on my skin amongst all this cold and how that one moment could be cherished and appreciated.
I imagine being surrounded by nature and I decide that things will be okay after all.
I may not be there right now, but in Bangor where I will continue my studies, it's surrounded by diverse nature, and there's nowhere I'd rather be right now in my life than learning new things in such a beautiful part of Wales just waiting for me to explore it and have new adventures.
The bus feels like it's going so fast, I for once feel the need for a seat-belt. (aside from the fact that they drive on the wrong side of the road)
Isolation comes to mind when I think about how I can't hear the birds sing or the cars beep with these glass windows between me and the outside world.
The people are easier to talk to as they all speak English, yet they don't have that same friendly smile.
Everything is busy with people everywhere, yet I feel so detached.
But once we get out of the busy city and we cross the long and promising bridge, it begins.
I see the water under the bridge flowing back and forth to the shore.
I see the sheep eating happily in the fields, not bothered by anything.
I see the vibrant green trees leaning over the streets to come and greet me.
I see the wind dancing with everything that it can.
And finally, for the first time today, I see the sun shine down on me through the clouds to briefly warm me, welcome me, and comfort me.
As I listen to the album "The Weatherman" by Gregory Alan Isakov which I would usually relate to my time spent in Cambodia, I start to feel okay.
I suddenly start to imagine what it'll be like once I arrive at my destination.
I imagine stepping out into the cold yet fresh air and taking a deep breath for once.
I imagine the sound of the wind through the trees.
I imagine the wonderful feeling of warmth on my skin amongst all this cold and how that one moment could be cherished and appreciated.
I imagine being surrounded by nature and I decide that things will be okay after all.
I may not be there right now, but in Bangor where I will continue my studies, it's surrounded by diverse nature, and there's nowhere I'd rather be right now in my life than learning new things in such a beautiful part of Wales just waiting for me to explore it and have new adventures.
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