I find myself standing at the corner of Walk and Don’t Walk, waiting in the glow of a streetlamp, the scantest hint of snowflakes floating down through its rays. I hear the sound of a vehicle approaching but it’s not the bus. Headlights drift by… taillights vanish into the night. Salt from the road crunches underfoot. The hint of a breeze chills my ears. I pull my hat down and turn up my collar. The lights change. Now I’m on the corner of Don’t Walk and Walk with no bus in sight. This is confusing. I start to walk.
a caterpillar
makes his way across the street…
progress takes time
