Post Four
Thinking back
The rain fell on his head as walked through the streets of downtown Cleveland. The music in his ear a forgotten song froma decade before. Brought back a forgotten memory of walking through the streets of Berlin as a teenager the first feelings of freeedom walking around alone in a foreign land. Guided by instinct and chance. A life stretched out ahead branching paths with vague goals. The song swelling filling him with energy to continue to explore. Time passed, paths were taken, blocking others off. The boy became a man. Now his dreams once distant and vague become reality. By moving down any path the end becomes clearer as the others fade away. There are still more paths but narrowed from walking the streets of Berlin. In Cleveland the streets glow with the light of the buildings in the puddles. A warm breeze blows north up the streets. The man turns and removes his headphones smiling as he enters the bar to meet his friends.
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