Six
This was me finding a second wind, this is me going in the right direction at about 6:15. I turned onto Market Street. I crossed a bridge. I jogged alongside a highway that led into downtown. Buildings loomed. The sky grew hazy, unreal like the world seems after a fitful sleep. Water drops from skyscraper air conditioners rained down cool on the back of my neck. I was certain. I was calm. (Although all around me things were busy. The business men and business ladies rushing in and out the skyscrapers. The vendors hawking. Too many cars and taxis packed to capacity. And everywhere people walking in the streets.) And as is often the case something that you taught me, something by that time you had seemed to forgotten it is when you put in the effort, that good things come to you. Crossing Walnut Street, I saw a boy I knew, a man really, with whom I'd went to high school. He did not have a car, but a little motorcycle parked at the corner. Page six |