The
morning air is crisp as I walk down the familiar streets. It's been
years since I've actually looked around. The buildings all reaching
high above, argent and black as far as the eye can see. The gray of
the buildings almost washes out all colors around me. Reds seem
faded, blues turn to gray, green fades to almost nothing. The yellow
sign above the coffee shop door does stand out. Perhaps it's the
florescent lights indicating that the coffee is hot and the employees
are as bored as usual. I walk in and look at the people. It's a sea
of black, white and gray business apparel around until I look over
the the corner and see Ian in his usual spot. He is wearing a button
up shirt that is white with a blue pinstripe, the sleeves rolled up,
yet still looking precise and sharp. He doesn't look up when I enter
but continues reading while the rest of the world ignores him. I
place my order with the Shay at the counter. I have seen her nearly
every day for years, and yet I don't think she could pick me out of a
crowd.
Soooooo.....what did you think? Wanna let me know in the comments? That'd be AWESOME!! :)
