February 7, 2022

Grey clouds. Fog. Rain. Mist. Everything moves in slow motion as I walk up Ninth Avenue a few moments before one in the afternoon. Every bus and semi-truck has an engine that roars with more strength than before. The volume is turned up, but the pace is slow. It’s a gift; the clouds and the light rain. I do not rush; keeping rhythm with the world around me, I take my time.