Out the door into the rising light of the sun. Moving down the sidewalks, along the streets. Into the subway. Zipping along in dark tunnels underground. Into little areas of artificial light. People exit and enter the train cars and head along their ways. Cars and people moving here and there overhead. More dark tunnels, then burst out into the glorious light of day. For an instant. Plunge back into the darkness. Continue along the tunnels. Emerge at a destination. Exit the train. Follow again the sidewalks and streets. Urban pathways made of pavement, concrete, elevators, escalators and steel. Filled with cars, trains, buses, streetcars, trucks and people. Lots of people. People moving along sidewalks and street in organized columns. Coming and going. Leaving and returning. Day after day.
I feel like an ant.
Here's hoping no giant cosmic kid with a magnifying glass finds me today.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
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Your short sentences offer the feel of rush hour, pv! And loved the Twilight Zone ending. Serling always had a wonderful sense of the fantastic or irony.
Am still smiling at your comment on "The Telephone Number." It actually happened to a g/f of mine.
I suppose only a man would enjoy the Hanes line! :)) It's been so hectic, I have a rerun up if you'd care to revisit Z is for Zorro?
Thank you again, PV, and hope you're having an ingst (my v-word) of a day! pv :))
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