City views from fifty-three stories up
Slightly cloudy, partial rain
A horizon of high rises in the distance
Below, tops of umbrellas moving this way and that
Not in unison, each with a different destination
A yellow one crosses the street
My eyes follow as it moves through the city
Stopping at street corners, waiting for lights to change
Slow, fast, depending upon the flow
It rounds a corner and is lost
And a feeling of wonder stays with me the rest of the day
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Originally posted September 7, 2015