Bittersweet Nights In The Midwest

We waited in the sweltering sun, tiny beads of sweat rolling gracefully down our bare arms. We hopped on the bus that would surely take us somewhere new. We sat down and it hit us. The smell, quite pungent, lingered in the stale air. It was one of those days, we surmised.

But later, we ran through campus without a care in the world, arms outstretched as if we could fly, sprinting against the chilly night air.

I wasn't thinking about home so much anymore.