Traveled Road

i am very close to being done with this semester. i just need to make a few minor tweaks on my magazine story and send it off. amazing.

i was sitting in the window of a restaurant on figueroa last night as the rain poured down. in the street the wind was gusting south to north, and brown tree leaves were dancing and crashing along the dark, glistening road. it almost felt like a scene out of a robert frost poem, if it weren't for the traffic rushing by and the bright neon lights of the fast-food joints and liquor stores.