I found myself still sitting by the window.
But suddenly I felt better. I was in my old room and was enjoying the heat and the breeze. I was only a few blocks from home, but somehow it felt like a walk to the moon with my eyes closed.
It was dark, so I turned on the light, but it still seemed like the middle of the night.
One of my favorites was the symphony of pebbles rolling down the roof and flowing into puddles at the bottom of the porch, where they were drowned out by a chorus of frogs.
A minute later, seconds later, that same symphony rose up, drifting towards the chattering branches overhead.
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End of Rush Anthology
PoetryHave you ever felt so distracted by work that you had no time to enjoy your life? You've found that every day is a blur of deadlines and stress. Every evening you come home exhausted and ready to collapse, but still have to suffer through more work...
