Weather
I hurry through the darkening streets, anxious to get home. It’s been a long, thankless day of running from place to place and I’m ready for someone to appreciate me for once. Today is February second, and the groundhog just predicted six more weeks of winter. Talk about job security. But even though my job is secure for now, my coworkers still hate me. Their scorching criticism combined with showers of disapproval is enough to make anybody want to run. So I do. I pick up speed as I sprint down the sidewalk, unintentionally kicking up a pile of leaves and annoying the people around me. They struggle to fix their clothes and hair, disturbed by my swift passing. I leave the city and retreat to the mountains, where at least someone is happy to see me. Looks like the groundhog was wrong. I’ve had enough of this city and it’s time for me to take a break. Spring can come early this year.
