City beat
The city smells of a noxious combination of cow manure, cigarette smoke, and weed. It is loud and angry and I wonder sometimes if I'm just too soft now to cut it in the urban landscape. No one has time for kindness. Graffiti conversations replace interaction. It's a wonder how so many people can be so isolated. Maybe our secrets are the closest to intimacy we get, anymore.
Maybe I just need lunch. And good news from the vet.