#365DaysOfWriting – Day 134
It’s a humid, rainy night.
And all you want is to get home as fast as you can.
You’re in a cab and reach the last stretch of road… when you have to get down and walk the rest of the way.
The roads are dirty, dark and filled with creeps. And I have to get home and sleep.
There’s an avalanche of people descending upon you, and you have to walk against the tide.
But that’s what you’ve been doing all your life, so you do it anyway.
Sweat pours out from crevices you didn’t know existed.
Dirty water splashes and soils your feet, your shoes.
Finally, you are about to reach home when you see another huge procession.
They have loudspeakers and music and what they claim is God bidding us farewell.
If this is how we humans operate, I’m surprised God hasn’t already bid us goodbye.
Patience is a virtue I suppose. Even for Gods.
