August 29th, 2012
I sit here in the drivers’ seat of my car waiting for my red light to turn green. Cars are moving in front of me, their patience paying off as they charge through the green light. My thoughts are so deep I don’t even know they’re there. But they must be because they are interrupting my concentration. I’m caught between my deep thoughts and a stare into the far off distance, which seems to be occupying my mind.
The clouds above me are dark and moving fast, across the sky begging for my attention but I don’t look up. I still stare straight ahead. Much like the cars that are moving left to right in front of my windshield, I don’t have to pay attention to know they are there. The clouds are as large as the ocean, encompassing everything that gets in its way. Including deep thought motorists, who know a lot about them for someone not seeming to care.
The day is gloomy for a mid afternoon. It’s the perfect backdrop for my mood. Is everyone like this- I think.
I people shop from behind my car window, wondering what is going on with the walks of life, as they pass me by along the sidewalks that are married with the asphalt in which my car rests. The people seem to be only window-shopping, without any real clothing goal however, they seem to have lots of places to be but, why is everyone in such a rush to go somewhere without really getting anywhere? At least the clouds have a place to go, before they wreck havoc on these people below.
I people shop from behind my car window, wondering what is going on with the walks of life, as they pass me by along the sidewalks that are married with the asphalt in which my car rests. The people seem to be only window-shopping, without any real clothing goal however, they seem to have lots of places to be but, why is everyone in such a rush to go somewhere without really getting anywhere? At least the clouds have a place to go, before they wreck havoc on these people below.
My trance is fixated on the feet of the people as they hurriedly walk from one shop to the next. Their feet stopping momentarily so I can catch a glimpse while they stop to drool over this coming Fall fashion accessories.
“Ugly shoes,” I say, as I shift my eyes to the next pair that walks on by.
Moving with speed to their next destination. Much like the cars that are passing in front of me. I don’t have to pay attention to know that they are there. They are just people in a rush ignoring those around them without making a fuss.
I look beyond the people on the streets and take a glimpse of the mannequins in the windows and the clothes that they wear.
Who dresses them and why? Who decides what goes where? Were they in a rush to dress them much like the people that stop and stare – I think to myself.
I don’t have to wear the clothes to know that I probably won’t be shopping there. I’ll shop from my car with my phone if I really wanted to kill some time before it’s my time to get the green light and go.
I zone out and wonder what’s my next move and if I will break through to the other side of life. To reach my dreams and fulfill my own destiny when all I'll ever do is write for a living. My thoughts deepen much like the thickness of the clouds overhead as my mind races like those feet that pound the concrete to get around. Right now I can only window shop and hope that one day things will be okay and work its way out much like those shoppers buying those clothes from the mannequins hoping they choose the right dress that will bring them their own success.
If it wasn’t for the people…
“Honk”
The horn jolts me out of my mindless thought as I press on my gas and move out of their way, fast. I don’t know what’s my rush, I really have no place to go but, apparently all the people sitting in their cars behind me have a much more better life then me, as they go around my car at my law abiding speed screaming- Move out of the way so our ass can go before tomorrow comes!
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Christopher Fusaro. The author of Captain Imperfecto.
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