A horizon of ruler-straight angles and pointed rooftops clutter a sunset no one watches. Rooftop after identical rooftop, and mine is no different; flat with a view of black skyscrapers with right angle edges against a palate of colors. Honking reaches me ears along with screeching rubber and a crash abandoned. No accident this time. In my peaceful mind’s eye, I can see identical women wearing black knee-length skirts, white shirts, black jackets and high heels to run to catch buses, trains, taxis and carpools. You wonder how many are running home to their kids, their husbands, their TVs, or their pets. You wonder how many will have dates tonight in clown-caked faces and how V-neck dresses. Women these days wear too much makeup. Men, running here and there in their suits or their sweat-drenched shirts in hard hats, will go home and boast to their friends about how they’ll get laid tonight by some new “chick” they’ll pick up at the hot, new club somewhere in the sea of neon lights. You wonder how many just had their hearts broken and are trying to move on (then you wonder how many actually WILL go out or if they’ll stay home crying and trying to fix things; they won’t publicly admit to any of it either) or if they’re all jerks that live for one-night stands. You can almost hear the whistles from the men, their heads turning to watch as women walk by and you can almost feel and see the excitement of being noticed, her eyes slyly and flirtatiously landing on his and they keep walking away from each other in hopes of seeing each other again someday. I am guilty of doing the same as attractive members of the opposite sex wander past me and of watching women in high heels walk as fast as they can, leaving me to wonder how they can stand those shoes all DAY! The clipclipclip of high heels talk to me only to be interrupted by rude HONK! HONK! The normal beat of the normal city street, a routine never broken nor could it ever be. The routine goes on as the sun lowers itself past the horizon. The buildings’ lights come on just as the stars wink faintly at us from their celestial beds.
