Crossing the street from familiar
to the awaiting journey.
Entering the sickle shape
of the path ahead,
I hop up to the hard sidewalk,
a highway for early risers.
The smell of construction
up the street fills the thin frigid air.
With people walking
along with their dogs,
crazy runners speed by
unaware of the cold.
As snow crunches
under the soles of my feet,
I walk around the corner
to see the day ahead.
