Jul 24
I found out my whole life could fit in my car.
The bus gives me a look into the hearts of the city’s inhabitants.
A nurse puffs her vape heading into the grocery store.
A young black man helps a white supremacist set up his government phone.
The postman walks his dog after hours of delivering mail.
Spiderman holds his father’s hand; his mask on his forehead indicating he is off duty.
A lady asks me for two bucks so she can get fried chicken through the window of my car at a red.
I recognize my blessing and promptly express my gratitude. But I can’t tell if the grey clouds on the edge of the city are real or from an old nightmare.
