After work: tomorrow afternoon.
At the end of the day all I had time to ask before I ran out the door was whether or not I would see that room again...
I got to the bottom of the steps and there were the buildings and bridges so familiar, but today they seemed to be splitting at the top and warping toward the sky...
And the sidewalk had holes in it that wouldn't tell me exactly what was going on. The walk was getting longer and my fellow commuters seemed to be swinging past me like a pendulum.
When I got home I opened the windows of my penthouse apartment to look out the windown and clear my head and get a new horizon line but the story kept swinging.
I try to go for a walk in Central Park where the branches always tend to look like gates to the sky. Here the sidewalk would be far behind me and the rest of the people will diminish as their voices join together in the creaking of treetops and winter wind.
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