the streets are laden with the choices we make, amidst the scatter of options where we choose to go. in some corners we find ourselves waiting to reach the other block. and we pick up a few lessons along the way of how the lamps will signal to green when the cars allow you to proceed, and how each step is taken with a moment’s breath of care.

we hesitate to ponder in the midst of bustle, that the warm kiss of a sun setting on your face can somehow offset the bitterness of frozen fingers clenched tightly into a palmed fist.

cars pass by, the birds pitter patter, and it seems like hardly anyone cares.

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