A Stranger comes to Town
Dawn. It’s always dawn when I reach a new town. I make my way up a steep road into the quiet. Somehow it's always at dawn. The gravel crunches underneath my rubber soled rain boots. The pavement still wet from the drizzle that has yet to stop.The chill air I gulp is wet, and clouding with every exhale. The pavement begins to level off and my knees sing in relief. My raincoat is tied to my waist, my backpack damp, stuffed and hanging from my body as my shoulders ache. My white t-shirt is now see through a quarter ways down from my shoulders and my hair is matted to my face. I’ve been in rough shape before, much worse than this but it's why I left. The town that is now laid out before me is a straight shot through to the open plains I am heading to. The place they told me awaits our salvation. Where no one is a prisoner.
