The wind

The day is over. I look at my desk, trying hard to be enveloped into the surrounding grain, hoping the table would open itself and swallow me whole. Never in my life had i come to this stop, wishing for it to end.

One rash decision, and it changed my life forever.

I had decided to stay. The buses kept coming, but i stayed. Foolishly thinking that the next hours would be better, happier, and i would be somehow, satisfied.
My stomach was growling. I ignored the strange stream of buses, and yearned for the company that never was.

My mind drifted back and forth, in a dilemma. Finally, I took one last look at the table, and strode out.
I was free. But I knew, that I would not have the ability to do what I wanted anymore.

I strode aimlessly down the street, trusting my feet to take me somewhere calm.

Finally, I stopped. I was at the bridge, overlooking the river. The breeze was salty, but it put a smile back on my face. I felt like a leaf on the river.