I look up. Market, Market, Market. I have to get to Market St.

I look up from the sidewalk, waiting for the last of the turning cars. The street was crowded with people and the sun was actually out, for a while. Market St. I turn towards Second and make my way downtown…

Another storm was coming, I was sure. A few droplets have already fallen.

Following the tracks that rail the trolleys I watched the trees above me. It’s cold and they’re getting bald. As I kept on, their branches formed figures hunching towards me, all staring viciously like disapproving adults.

Worried, I turned away. There I was, waiting for the last of the turning cars.

San Jose, Calif. March 2017.