Winter's Chilling

The day begins late, as the sun slowly rises over the eastern buildings, that are towering over the bundled up people. seeking refugee behind the thin glass of shelter at the bus stop, i dreaded the beginning of another early day. school contained all the things i wanted to avoid, yet i pursed it 5 days a week, knowing it would all pay off someday. i have always resented days like this. cold, rainy, and dark. a combination that almost always promised a bad day. for this reason, i wish to leave new york. the wish to run away from the constant season change, the putrid air, annoying people, constant demands, and the brutality of everyday. i wonder why live here, if happiness is so hard to come by? hope flushes my inside sadness as i realize that somewhere out there, there is a place to be happy. maybe new york is just not for me. maybe the trash, the deaths, the rush of day is just too much. but i know that one day, i will find that place. my happy place. a place where snow has never touched the grounds, where rain was as common as a drought was to new york. and most of all, a place where people never rushed. school began after the sun raised and i would never have to wait in the cold windy, rain for the crowded, dirty, stuffed bus to arrive.