I pull on my well worn boots, who have, as well as me been on this walk a thousand times before, sure enough they have always brought me home... safely.
As I step out the door the cold breeze, no, sorry, the freezing cold deadly hurricane hit me. With it blowing all the air out of my lungs, as if to take it and use it as more strength on its next victim. I pushed my way through the wind as if I was pushing myself through the canteen queue at lunch hour. The wind, was almost screaming at me to go back into the safely and warmth of my own home; as if what lay ahead of me was not enough.
I manage to get around the corner without much more drama, but I knew what would happen next. As I thought about it, I saw him.
He took down the path as if he was on a murderous rampage. He looked at me, with only one thing going through his head. Victim. He stood there, staring, if looks could kill, well, I would have been dead weeks ago. He dribbled as though one touch of those poison molecules and I would decease. I walked past him getting faster, faster, faster! Not faltering, not looking back.
Vicious. Ferocious. Malicious. All words which could describe what came next. The dog was snarling, growling, roaring at me telling me if he was ever let out I'd be the first to go. His hatred of all man kind started to cause it to rain or maybe it was just the beads of sweat running down my forehead.
But I was there. The comfort of the bright eyed bus, ready and waiting to advance to its destination.