Crickets under the sunset and neon lights

As I step outside the final meeting of the day, my mind tries to process all the information it has received.

The sound of my footsteps creating a soothing crunch against the gravel begins to take my fast-paced mind into a sense of calmness, but my brain is a glutton for punishment and holds on to the stress.

The crunches stop as I arrive at my car door.