B10:44
I walk the same way home every night.
I walk the same way home every night.
The streetlights flicker in a steady rhythm.
The streetlights flicker in a steady rhythm.
I know every crack in the sidewalk.
I know every crack in the sidewalk.
The bakery on the corner smells like warm bread.
The bakery on the corner smells like warm bread.
A black cat sits by the fence, watching me.
A black cat sits by the fence, watching me.
I nod at the old man walking his dog.
I nod at the old man walking his dog.
Nothing surprises me on this route anymore.
Nothing surprises me on this route anymore.
But that is exactly why I love it.
But that is exactly why I love it.
Familiarity is a kind of protection.
Familiarity is a kind of protection.
It wraps around me like a soft coat.
It wraps around me like a soft coat.
I don't have to think, just move.
I don't have to think, just move.
My feet know the way better than my mind.
My feet know the way better than my mind.
The Road I Know by Heart
by @chloestories