1 A Way Back to My Heart

The wind blows and I take a step back. A memory flashed back and I am unable to keep my stance steady.

It was a day like this that I walked my way to school. The very moment that my heart skipped a bit as I passed by an old book store.

The book store is shabby, like drawing you back to a 100 years ago. Right at the doorstep you can smell the faint aroma of old books. It relaxes me as always but I can't keep myself relax any longer. The very guy dusting the books wears a black apron, a white whool sweater and a black pants. He never glanced out of the glass window. I've never seen him took his focus away from the books. Moments like this, I find myself staring at him and I am moved.