The Splendor of Grand Central TerminalM.J.W.
22 January 2015
The Cease Travel
The rhythm of footsteps and the mumble of voices melded with the clicks of the train ticker. The pulse touched the wanderlust in my soul. I vacated the scene fatigued, having had my fill of activity. The frequency at which I ventured out of state forced me to call a cease travel. I withdrew to my apartment and began my staycation with a heavy sleep.