a cold wind is blowing in the sunshine, and in my moccasins, i walk down the hill, and walking feels foreign to me and all that will do is this running skip trot of joy, the sunshine breaking like firewhitestars off of car chrome and windshields like giant sparks to the heart and I’m running skipping flying past bus stops and couples and gangs of three and I run up the white line where the cars rumble in hold where the red pedestrian signal flashes: …6, 5, 4, 3…