walk on

it was 10 when i left for the bus stop. the night was breezy, with deep purple storm clouds brewing in the distance. i walked to my bus stop, and continued walking on past it. such a good night shall not go to waste. i went on for over an hour before the breeze died down and walking wasn't conducive any longer.

i remember back when i was still staying-in during my police time, one night i was walking up to my room when it started drizzling. i just stood there in the rain and realised just how long it had been since i was free, how very long since i last had the freedom to walk home in the night rain.

so tonight i walked. for all the times i couldn't, for all the nights when the weather would kill. i thought about all the things i used to and felt a little funny at how all the grand issues of my past are nothing now. still unsure if it was my youthful ignorance blowing everything out of proportion or were they really nothing.