Literature
Walk of Life
The clouds are finally beginning to scatter and disperse over the city, torn apart by the sun's golden fingers as they lift around the spires of the highest buildings. The damp and chill of the past few days of rain can still be seen and felt; in the dew on the trees and flowers, the dark pavement, and the few streams muttering muddily in the gutters. You gaze out your window as people begin to emerge; the early risers, the exercisers, the morning workers. Cars begin to fill the air with their rumbles as you watch the city come alive once more, awakened by the sunlight filling the gaps between buildings and trees. The park across the stre