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 down town…
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 figures hunching towards me began to stare viciously like disapproving adults.
Worried, I turned away. There I was, waiting for the last of the turning cars.
San Jose, California. March 2017.