I don’t miss much about my old city commute. Driving 40 minutes to the train station, cold waits on the platform. Sweating under layers while being pressed on all sides by strange shoulders. Pushing back out into the cold. Trudging eight blocks to the office. Peeling the layers off. Tugging them back on at the end of the day. Trudging eight blocks back to the platform.
But the one part I miss happens during that second wait on a platform. The faint, high pitched whistling and the gleam from the train’s headlight reflecting off the tunnel wall as it rounds the corner into the station. That part always made me smile.
reaching from the dark
a shimmering ray of light
to carry me home
Everyday Strange 
We all should look for that ray of like there is always something to be grateful for.
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This is great. I read it on the Free Verse Revolution and had to seek you out.
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Thank you, and thank you for reading!
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You’re welcome. It was a lovely, real, from the heart post. I so enjoy that.
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Out of a dreaded experience, you found the light! Excellent Haibun!
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Thank you!
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😉
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This is wonderfully done. The feeling so beautifully expressed.
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Thank you!
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You are welcome.
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Excellent! Love the image–
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Thank you!
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