I take a walk every morning for perspective.
Today I saw a man in a business suit walking his little boy with a tiny backpack in one hand and laptop case in the other.
A man still waking up as he unlocked his laundry shop.
Two men cutting the grass around the trees in the park, who get there at dawn.
A father saying bye to his daughter as his wife carried her inside the house. And then him waving and smiling at her all the way until he drove away and turned the corner.
Two men waiting by the paint store in hopes someone would hire them for the day.
The car wash getting ready for the crowds, filling up bottles of cleaner.
Men digging sidewalks, shoes from the night before, a telephone pole with thousands of staples reminiscent of hundreds of ghosted shows and art inspiration in the windows of madrone bar.
