First of many

the sun today pierced through the ice-blue sky. it was so strong that i had to hold my breath for a few moments, just to be able to take it all in as i walked through the deserted streets. the air was still fresh, winter still hung about; as it should, it is still january. i looked around as my feet pressed forward and i felt alone. a few cars buzzed by, some other people wandered about, but other than that it was just the street, the few yawning trees, some gray buildings, and myself on this whole earth. so it seemed. i thought about all the people stuck with someone else, being unhappy, pretending to be happy, or otherwise leading a life of misery and illusion. it made me think about my own past and how lucky i was to be where i was. stuck to nobody; except for myself. i was no longer plagued by what would have been had i stayed. i knew it would have been utter sadness, even though i would have successfully suppressed it silently until i would have burst in one long, violent volcano of anger. that would not have been good.
i kept walking until i reached the bus stop. the sun was still glaring, but not as violently. maybe my eyes had gotten used to it or maybe it was because it was getting late. i noticed the rays of light passing through the trees, like the last flames of a fire. long shadows fell onto the ground and the wind picked up its whistling tune. it wasn't any colder, the slowly approaching darkness just made it feel that way. i was early so i had to wait. there was no schedule but i was sure, that i would be leaving pretty soon.