Contrasts

As I wind down the crooked sidewalk on my way to the subway, point roofs and flat roofs penetrate the light blue sky and branches web themselves, ready to catch the sorrows that will surely fall sometime or other. During those safe moments when there is nothing to catch from a menacing sky, a squirrel frisks through the web and continues as if all will always be well. And in truth, all will always be well, for there isn't a good day without the threat of a bad one.

At the halfway point closer to the shops and subway, the sidewalk shatters into a broken mirror of crooked slablets that you must weave through in a specific patter so as not to increase the wrath of the shit bombs waiting here and there. In front of that lay the evidence of those that did not proceed correctly, skid marks along the gravelly patterned patch of walkway.

Though a chill has returned recently, I still walk forth with but a dress shirt. The heat builds up along the brisk path, and I'm lightened by the thought of a welcoming workplace. Granted, problems are not absent, but it's much better that I can look forward to keeping all my teeth once I arrive rather than surrender them to unexpert pulling. Without much thought for the meddlesome slow walkers that slump forward, I breeze by in my waltz to the train.

The wind cools me down on the final stretch before I enter the subterranean tunnels that shoot me out so many miles away. Bursting forth onto the scene of it all, I look towards the apartment that awaits me in the distance behind all those other building blocking out searching gazes. We will look and be within the other soon enough.