The Smell Of Pine-Sol​

I remember my first night there like it was last night. My palms were so sweaty that I couldn’t get a secure grip on my bags. The line ahead of me was moving so fast that I knew at some point I would lose my tight grip, and my bags would tumble to the ground. If that were to happen, then they would remain there, and I would be forced to continue to march towards the unknown. Read More