Tuesday, March 23, 2010

the windy corridor

in the corridor between the apartment complex and the deli, the leaves gather and swirl with the wind trapped between the brick passage way, making a mini tornado. its a lovely sight, one right of of American Beauty on rare occasions when a plastic bag from the grocers across the street finds it way into the windy corridor. sometimes i walk by and stop in the middle of the swirl, letting the leaves fly around me, while i become the eye of the storm.

strangers pass each other here, waiting for the elevator, on their way about their days, barely making eye contact. just a quiet passageway, where souls pass with out a second thought, a small space in between the hustle of every day life.



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