uncool_hipster

I got off the bus... it was an old animal growling at the way its master was forcing it to roll. I was glad to be rid of its anger. It was humid and the smell of the exhaust lingered briefly and then was forgotten. I felt a bit nausious from the ride until the warm breeze hit my face. I walked home in the summer dusk. The sky was grey and it slowly began to rain. As I dragged my tired soul down the street I inhaled that beautiful urban perfume, You know that smell? There is really nothing like that dusty sweety scent of rain on hot pavement. I love that smell. That is the smell of relief from the blistering summer sun. I looked up into the grey sky and as I walked home in the rain and I smiled.