6pm by the lake in Kirkland
200 cars on the northbound lane
Slowly make their way
Home

No one going South
Except few stragglers like me

I take a break
To sit by the lake

There is now
The sound of waves
The sound of the sun
Shining on my face

Every moment spent by the window
At home in Bombay
Overlooking the ocean
Captured in this one wave

Young twenty somethings
Jump into the water
The freedom in my head
Expressed through their bodies

Diving
Jumping
Pushing
Laughing

Sometimes all it take is noticing
That stopping by the lake
On the way home
Brings me home