this morning #268.

this morning, spring was struggling to spring forth. the stone stoop steps of her apartment building were quite cold, but she stayed sitting on them still, watching the city stroll right on by right before her eyes. the couple pushing a stroller past across the street. the biker popping a wheelie purely for her pleasure. barking from a tiny dog down the block whose owner barked out cries of silence at him. all of them were on the move at a time where she felt stuck in the metaphorical mud. it made her want to run as fast as she could down the city blocks, dash away from circumstances she felt powerless to change. she stood up. for now, a walk to the corner store would have to do.