End of the day.
Long day.
Full of work.

Yours was the same.

The doors open to release me.
The fresh, evening air welcomes me.

I push out, out, out.
But your current is stronger, pulling you in, in, in.
Your day has become longer than mine,
Your face wrinkled with worry.
One, two, three, four, five.
The current of your family and friends within pulls you further in, in, in.

I count my blessings as I move against the current.