Repressed memories? Or perhaps a dream? I can’t tell anymore. My Academia years seem so far behind me now, yet an incident from my freshman College year haunts me still; playing again in my head from time to time. Especially around the start of fall season in our local Beach town.
As I recall I was 19 during my first year of college, I frequently caught the city bus in the wee hours to make it on time for class. Studying biology while personally captivated by books of crypto zoology and mythology during my moments free.
This time of year the days get a little hot but the night’s chilly and the early mornings misty & muggy.
It was one of those foggy gloomy mornings, must of been a little bit before 5am. Made myself a small coffee and began my walk a few blocks over to bus stop #9. A little rinky dinky bench tucked off to the side of a main street, across an empty smoke shop adjacent to an old mini mart turned church or cult group; you never know.