The Traveler.

The Traveler

Walking into this colorful place where taxis come as frequently as bees to honey in the spring

The hustle and bustle draws you in like the cold in February

Wearing a coat as thick as thieves

The wind blows so fiercely

Pulling the coat tighter and tighter like a mother tucking her child to sleep

Nothing could come between the security

But the sun comes out and shines bright as day

The light beaming down so graciously

You can feel the warmth increasing

The coat comes off so easily

Why?

For a second your mind pulls back with such simplicity that you realize gentleness, persuasion and kindness win where force does not.

Lauren Brady