If my college life was a movie,

I would want this morning to be the ending scene.

The scene would start with high altitude view of the Central Park pond surrounded by the strangely 8-shaped running track. The sun is sneaking in on us, but one can already see the sun's smile. As the view zooms on the pond, the bird's morning songs are withing hearing distance now. The track is empty except from the squirrels, ducks and pigeons. Busy feather-cleansing, the ducks are ignoring the squirrels race challenges. Right next to the indifferent ducks and hyped squirrels, Pigeons seem busy checking out their giant shadows. Nevertheless, Pigeons come to rescue and protect the birds pride and race the squirrels, only for both them to get distracted by what can be a delicious breakfast scattered on the wet grass.

eyy .. eyy .. you want some of dis? bring it on ..

There is a bald head moving at the other end of the track. The bald head did not seem to disturb the inhabitants morning, rather made their day. From their point of view, how often does a gigantic moving, bald headed, mass run around them with an ear to ear smile saying good morning to them? Not quite often!

Melee's-built to last is playing the background. The scene is not over yet, of course. As the song progresses,

'Cause this is real, and this is good.
It warms the inside just like it should,
but most of all it's built to last.

There is me in the distance, talking to myself, greeting ducks and squirrels, and tripping over my tall shadows.

(There is no movie without credits, right? And there are no credits without music, right?) As the credits come on, Little Wonders by Rob Thomas is playing.

If my college life was a movie, I would want this morning to be the ending scene.

I would want to ...