Beautiful Rising Emotions

It was a beautiful morning with the sun rising, a mystical looking sun, and http://coxfongo.blogspot.com/ took the words right out of my mouth "the risings suns pale yellow highlighted the reflective, shiny bits of the scattered debris". Anxious people were scurrying the sidewalks going about their morning business just as I was trying to get on the train to Bear Mountain. I swiped my ticket and boarded the train as fast as I could. I wasnt about to miss the departure for my long lost destination. My destination that I have been dreaming about for months. I walked to the back of the train (might I add I have this wierd fetish with sitting in the back of buses,cars,trains, etc.) I can remember plopping down next to this old, foul smelling man. He was wearing ripped dark cut off jeans with an old coffee stained tshirt. I remember his smell like it was yesterday, it was like he had just crawled out of a garbage can that he had been sleeping in the night before. It was the least bit appetizing. On that note, I remember I didnt even eat lunch that day. The one hour train ride seemed like it was taking several hours. I put in my pink sparkly earplugs and pulled out the novel Heart Of Darkness. I had to catch up on my reading for class on Monday, I was way behind like usual, and the worst part is WE HAD A QUIZ. After a few minutes of reading I closed my tired eyes to try and take a cat nap

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I jumped! The sound a loud obnoxious horn woke me. You know like when you fall asleep somewhere unfamiliar ... its kind of like a twitch...thats what happened. I was here! We had finally arrived. My emotions were rising, they were beautiful emotions. I could wait to see Clayton, I have missed him so much...

The Trek ...

As the turbulence begins to increase we are about to land at our final destination.  I spring out of my seat and run to grab my more than heavy luggage. 

"It’s windy and cold. It feels like it’s raining but it’s not. The air is different this high up. It’s wet and violent, and in a city so big and overwhelming I feel, for a moment, that I dominate it."

 

I walk outside to cars honking, birds chirping, and people yelling, the typical city life. The weather was not exactly what I wanted but I could handle it or at least I made myself handle it. Yellow cabs flew by as people impatiently were waiting to grab one and continue on with their own journeys. I had to walk two miles to the train station to take the train to Bear Mountain where the thing I dreamed about and the thing I long to see would be waiting. As I hiked up the busy streets making my way around lights, billboards and people I got more and more excited to continue my journey. I remember walking past this building and being so intrigued with its structure and intimidating heights I didn’t even notice the woman trying to get my attention to buy something from her stand. “Five dollar jewelry” she said. Her soft voice is still imprinted in my mind I can hear it perfectly as I am writing this. You may be wondering if I bought the jewelry and I can tell you that I did and I love to wear it every chance I get. As I continued to trek on I finally made my way to Bear Mountain train station.  Once I arrived I had noticed something strange and irrelevant. It caught my attention and drew me closer…I wanted to see more…then I knew I was getting closer and closer to what I have been waiting to see for the longest time. 

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