This Is My Tranquility

The bitter cold grazes my cheeks as the sleepy city slowly wakes. I question whether this walk was a good idea. A bike rushes by the bare trees, scattering the red-orange leaves in its path. Soft chatter over morning coffee fills the air. A beaming face passes by. As my apartment comes into view, I’m reminded of how this simple routine anchors me. This is my tranquility.