City Life

It's a beautiful day.

But I live in the middle of a city. I'm surrounded by concrete and bricks, metal and plastics; artificial sights and sounds. True, the sun still shines down bathing the world in warmth, but the glory is stolen when the light shines off broken glass littering the streets.

Yes, the wind still washes over the landscape animating trees, but the wind also carries with it the stench of exhaust and the fumes of industry. The birds still sing, creating a sense of peace, but the morning calm is soon disrupted by the discordant roar of engines and cries of the malcontent.

Why then, should I venture out, if those simple joys that might have enticed me to explore the world are drowned out by an unnatural cacophony? It's better to stay inside, rejoicing in remembered beauty, than allowing my senses to be raped by the barrage of humanization, lest my precious memories lose their magnificence…