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Sunday morning, I go to the church

Sha Yan
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Peaceful Sunday morning

When time approaching to Christmas

Bought a cup of freshly brewed coffee

Looking at people walking by

At the bus stop

Patiently waiting for the bus in the cold

A car stop by at the red light

The sound of the music brought up the Christmas spirit

Wanted to say to the nearby old lady

“good Sunday morning”

wish her to respond “good Sunday morning”

Sighth as the old year will turn over

And the new year will soon start

Warmth as the Christmas spirit floated over the atmosphere

Somehow the coldness float at the early winter

Take out my gloves and wear them over my finger

Feeling warmer after entered into the crowded bus

The church I am going to is quite a distant away

Along with the shake of the bus

And the passing by local streets

Looking at the grayish sky

Hopefully it will snow

Then I may build a snowman after I come back home

Putting a red scarf over the neck of it

And paint it with the color I want

Hopefully, “…”

The bus stopped

Then I transfer by the metro

Along with the shake of the metro

And quietly waiting to it get to the final stop

Well, I got to the church finally