The world is weird
at 10:30 on a Thursday morning in
late November.
The sky is crisp
and blue
and the snow-capped mountains are
illuminated
in the background
of the city.
The trees look
sharper than usual
their pine needles
the only things left
from the shedding of their leaves
and even from a distance
I can pick out
the individual spines.
The world is quiet
at 10:30 on a Thursday morning in
late November
and empty
save for a few joggers
and stay-at-home parents.
