Foggy Day
The clouds hung low in the city. Not just for the morning but well into the afternoon. The tallest buildings disappeared behind a thick, wet mass. The city was in the sky. Isn’t that what we always dreamed of as kids? To touch the sky? To fly on a cloud. As we grew older we realized this notion was completely the opposite of what we really wanted. We wanted to hit the ground running. We wanted it to be sunny and dry. A city in the clouds means it’s cold, probably raining, and you’re more likely to be late for work.
Isn’t it always those days when you car won’t start, or you get a flat tire? Everyone you run into is angry about something. It always happens in the middle of the week just when you’re about to breath a sigh of relief that it’s halfway over, you instead breath a deep sigh that you still have a few days to go.
That’s living in Rochester.
