I was enraptured by the way the sun painted me on the sidewalk, tall and thin like a supermodel. I swung my arms, admiring the graceful beauty in the movement of such delicate limbs. I turned the corner. The tall buildings extinguished my magical light and I was stuck between talk on cell phone business suit and coffee drinking newspaper reader for the duration of my commute to the subway. They both took turns bumping into me, as it was impossible for either to hold their bodies straight. They never looked up.
And so another Monday arrives just as many before and many to follow. My heart may no longer in the game as I let one selfish neck tie after the next overtake me at each stair and around each corner. I have no fight this morning and fall back into a leisurely pace, knowing it will not help with my tardy attendance record. Coffee in hand, dark glasses at the ready I emerge from the dank depths into sunlight that stings rather than warms this time. I am no longer speaking to my commute nor the sun.