What is this alien feeling?
I wonder.
Clouds swaying in a blue sky,
The touch of wind on my face,
A tree with her green canopy
By the side of the road,
Dark puddles left by the rains,
The cacophony of rush traffic.
The sights, the sounds, the smells
Familiar. Common. Ordinary.
And I smile.
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