And soon it will be quiet time
I’ve been “sharing the road” for two days now, since sidewalks have been deprecated in the area around my office. A little odd, as we have a very prestigious private school across the street, one usually served in an exemplary fashion by the city. Need a traffic signal AND a crossing guard? Say no more, say no more. Not this time around; we’re filing alongside the cars, who obviously believe that our winter clothing will protect us, like a knight of olden times, from the blunt trauma of a fender to a leg or two.
I’d say we were victims of abundance, except that the car lanes and the sidewalks have been completely cleared on the nearest cross street. Odd how this time around the right to park your high end automobile takes precedence over hundreds of school-age pedestrians. No sense getting all noisy about it; vacation is only days away, and surely there won’t be any fatalities in that short time.
At work it is clear that the holidays are just ahead. Departmental lunches, long coffee breaks, the odd decoration hanging from a filing cabinet or a desk, people that will be “heading home” within a couple of days. A fair number of my co-workers are from elsewhere, as this city is a gathering point for the hinterland. Some will travel by land and sea, others by air, but all that can will head off to see family in their cities of origin. Almost biblical; will there be room at the inn and all that jazz? No babies due in the next few days, though.
Vacations are good for the congested atmosphere; we need to reinflate our shells, shrunken from too much contact with those we are paid to be around.
