The pavement is hard

He comes to a standstill at the bottom of a tall skyscraper. He is looking up. The weather is cold and the buildings of the city are sleeted. Laying at the base of the building with his feet touching the wall, he stares up into a black void sky. The pavement is hard. Shoes dart by his head. He is memorised by the space. Vertical lines  begin to burn into his retinas.  He realises that if he lays there long enough he might just begin to fall! A cold shiver. A church  bell rings. He gets up in a hurry and without knowing it his head skims the sky.

photo by Marianne Tankelevich