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Riding the
wacky roads of Richmond on Wednesday was an interesting day.
Trash day in
the fan. But more than that was the mobile machines. Lights on and moving in
the early morning. Moving when they don't normally roam.
The temperature
is 21 degrees, but the movement and the sunshine keeps the body warm.
Not too bad
going east and a hot shower, but in the afternoon...
Lots of
traffic. As the sunsets and the sky grows gray, the red tail lights whiz pass
in abandon. The thoughts of the drivers examine to track the process of leaving
work and racing home down a two lane narrow road. Past the Police headquarters
which was a social office for a friend of mine in times past.
Finally up to
VCU and the road is blocked. Yet again, the city is digging up the road about
the street and I must decide where to go. Which direction?
Up Franklin
Street the wrong way, against headlights. Weaving around open doors and zombies
walking cross the street.
Then pause, but
the zombies gather and offer no passage.
So the break in
action, and onward, up Franklin against the traffic.
Finally a cross
to West Avenue, even followed by another mobile machine,
Avoid the
exhaust, then turn left and past more machines who can not find there
direction. Perhaps they are turning?
Up familiar
road, but still not comfortable. More open doors, stopped doors, swerving cars,
and cross traffic.
Recycle trucks
growl around my path and I can not avoid them. Pizza delivery cars squeal then
stop and doors open.
After several detours
and paths less traveled, home looks warm and welcoming.
But now it is
time to go to the store before the cold.
And that's the
way of just another life.
and an email
that pops the balloon, just another life.
1 comment:
I visualize your trip and feel the cold, smell the exhaust, and see the fan.
Well done.
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