no. 58 // strangers on the sidewalk

They sit upon the rock wall, shadows dancing at their feet. The strangers have stories, unique perceptions etched into their features. The passing cars cause a multi-colored blur as I sneak glances at them. One smokes a cigarette, legs crossed and hand in her pocket. Bags rest at her feet as she waits for theContinue reading “no. 58 // strangers on the sidewalk”