this morning #1274.

this morning, nobody knew i was there. nary a soul. i’d gone upstairs to the warmth of the bedroom. shut the door behind me. went to the bay window. pulled up my comfy chair. parted the curtains slightly. at first, the only action out there was from a few confused finches. fly south, tiny birds! other than that, the streets were basically bare. eventually, a mother entered the frame, dragging a tired child behind her. neither of them wanted to be out right now. i could tell. too damn cold. they were just the first folks to pass. over the next few hours, i watched as a cast of characters paraded past. young. old. hot. not. all of them shivering on their way to something. i was glad i had nowhere to be.