walking to class, taking my time, enjoying the people, the sights, the sounds, it's all so pleasant, so soothing, comforting walking down the streets of Evanston, my mug of coffee in hand, not such a good idea on an empty stomach, the smell of coffee now on my gloves, sweetness, hat on tight, gloves on hand, one foot in front of the other, slowly but surely, 20 minutes to campus, nearest point, it's a great time to think, to ponder about life, about love, about liberty, but then before you know it, you're there, where you wanted to go, without realizing it, accomplishments sneaking up on you when you weren't looking, blindsiding you, just like that,and then you get tired, and wander into a bookstore to read about astrology, and signs
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