Repose

I live in a city of hustle and bustle, chaos, movement, GO!-GO!-GO!, concrete, distractions, “The nexCRRSHH is CRRSHHH Street,” cabs, triple shot espressos, cockroaches, traffic lights, HONK-HONNNNNNNK, blocks, avenues, “Hey grrrl! TSK, Damn sexy! Why don’t you smile!?,” buses, litter, rats, and creation. The city lives, breathes, and grows; a creature brought to life by the pedestrians and traffic pouring continuously through its street veins.

And then the door to the roof closes behind me.