Human Spines

An Old Man's Way to Work

Meanwhile

An Old Man

        Out the door and down the stairs and past the little mailboxes, I am now about to exit my apartment building. Ready... go!

        Oh! Look at all the people! Dancing to their destinations, dressed in pinks and greens and reds and blues! Briefcases, backpacks, jackets, and purses. I never tire of the jig of morning transportation being performed by thousands every day.

        I tread into the rush and am whisked away. I follow the flow, walking and walking and walking. I turn several times, just to see where I end up. I follow a confused tourist for two blocks, then a young gentleman off to what looks like a job interview for a minute or two, then a tall, curly-haired woman wearing all indigo.

        But somehow I arrive back at my building. How did I manage to do that? Well I guess it's a good thing since the dance studio is the bottom floor of my building. I just wanted to take the long way to work.

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