Perspective, Morning

This morning’s draft is a little play with perspective. This may just live in the draft/experiment stage, or it may grow into something else. Right now, I’m enjoying the process —

Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedTilt my head to the left and up a little, lean forward and I can see the perfection of blue sky against the gray slate of the neighbor's roof. A dog barks in the distance. The front door opens and shuts. Footsteps on the sidewalk headed for the train station. Remember it will not always be like this. I pull my neck back and rub where it aches from the strain of finding the perfect blue sky. Through the open window I catch a whiff of the next door dog's shit in the yard. The door slams and the crack in the plaster stretches just a bit further. Running feet pound the sidewalk as the train pulls away from the station. Remember -- it will not always be like this.