I sit by the window, lonely. Below, I watch the cars roll by. I see families on their way to, perhaps, a thousand different places. Being Saturday, the possibilities are endless. I raise the window a bit, to let in the cool autumn air. Although mixed with elements from motorized vehicles, itâs still refreshing. I hang my head out the window just enough so that I could see the intersection, where west meets north. I watch the turning of stoplights, from yellow to red to green, oh, at least thirty or forty times. Subconsciously, Iâm taking a survey, seeing how many cars with children turn onto the northbound. Out of these, I wonder how many are going to the Fall Festival, up at Hansen Park Stadium. Big event. Arts and Crafts, food booths, petting zoo, pie-eating contests and everything. Maybe next year, we can go. Maybe. I pull my head back in, close the window. Enough is enough. I need some distraction, thatâs what I need. I pull a book from my collection, The Great Gatsby. After a few pages, I put it down, realizing that Iâm not in the mood reading about the privileged, the upper class, the elite. I pull Grapes of Wrath, a much better read at the moment. Something I could better relate to, I suppose.
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