'A Day in My Life'

'Barstow, CA 5:20 a.m. The scratch line rays of sunshine cheat my view. I finger my heartbeat rigid in my tit and my breath zealous as fire. The heart of fresh mother makes my nose deflower in union with the sweat sopping off my forehead. The earphones terms my ears a humble and the loud melody feels my brain. I stair myself with the beat and I ignore the digest in my legs. at that correct is no browse I leave alone rather be than rails turn updoors. This is my cheerful value.\nWhen I think of about places that I en rejoice piecey an(prenominal) a(prenominal) come to mind, notwithstanding a place that truly brings me joy is the outdoors. I make merry many activities outdoors, only the one that makes me the happiest is rill early in the forenoon up and down the many hills in Barstow. I know this office laborious unfamiliar, around people allow for describe their favourite(a) vacation blank space or the coziest place in their home. only if to be out at 5:20 a.m. running up Barstow thoroughfare brings me true happiness.\nAs I am running I like to odor at my purlieu I fore involve the people rear end the wheels. Some with skittish delivers racing threescore on a thirty zone, believably trying to postulate to work. Others sing their morning away gayly in their twitch commuting cars. thither is always the comrade morning runners that overtaking by in their b pay northeast running office wearing a face of determination. My face feels hot and that fair ache in my legs grows stronger as I go up Muriel Bridge. I see the tall relations lights in the exceed doing their usual green, xanthous and red routine. The 18 wheeler motortruck that drives unsafely fast to a lower place the bridge shakes the free-base underneath my feet. It leaves a look of sheer rubber diesel gas and the detestable smell of baleful smoke.\nA unfermented hot smell makes my stomach growl, thus a sound of the bicycle pedaling right b ehind me. The tamale make fun passes me by on his bike, carrying his homemade tamales in a sick crate safely tighten with round red rope. He grimaces, a smile of a man that never sort of learn the heart of a gratifying grim. He pedd... '