Condensation thickens the air as I plow through the shifting wet wind walls surprising me at each turn.
Feeling my way around people, cars and buildings I plod purposefully passing pools of muddy water, avoiding the sidewalk streams which feed them.
A man’s cigarette smoke is arrested by the moisture before it invades my olfactory with unyielding arrogance and indifference.
The red light, traffic and wide boulevard halt me as I absorb the cool rain drops into my coat. My eyes scan the landscape for the chance to sprint the gap, I wonder if I can make it…