A doorbell rings. And when I walk through the door my day begins. The sweet warm air comforting me every time I enter. The first face I see with a smile greeting just for me. Stepping forward I see more faces A friend of friend of greater friends. An unusual presence naked to my eye yet quite felt when I reach out for it. A tree. It can be hours of wasting time But gladly memories worth keeping in my mind. The sound of a train is heard and when that sound hits my ear. I know it is my time to leave. I gather my things, I say farewell. I kiss them all spiritually too well. To them I hold dearest. For them I keep my conscience clearest. The door shuts behind me. The alarm has stopped, the time I checked has been clocked.