She walk that morning to her work

 She walk that morning to her work. The  walk path are thousand times view. It never change. She wonder everyday,  she walk alone and Times are friend of many secret. She reluctant to be good friend to Times, perhaps she never understood about the purpose of Times. Sometime, Times are gentle and kind, sometime Times can be means and destructive. It’s been without rain that morning. She missed about the rain. Rain are more real to her than Times.