City


I come alive in the bustle of people and traffic. I move with the rhythm and step to the heartbeat of the city. Startles or nods or a familiar thrumming of sound, these are all the steady breathing moments of this place.
Quiet smiles or quick laughter greet the early morning coffee crowd. Deliberate steps, somber stroll, or gladly skipping, sauntering footfalls, are all the white noise of the streets.
Lit windows and dim alleys... I come eye to eye with a stranger and for a moment there is a human thread that connects us - purpose, dreams, a longing - of our different lives... we break away to move on, but we have been touched; warmed by the lives around us and the world: breathing, stepping, seeking, just as we are.

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