It’s been a rather odd weekend in the Philly area. The sky was shouting “Fall,” but the temperature and humidity were uttering a defiant “Summer.”
A few weeks ago my wife and I were cleaning out our storage closet. We worked through the typical flotsam and jetsam which tend to pile up in such spaces without incident. That is, until she held up an object in her hand and said, “What should we do with this?”
While I’m an extreme introvert who requires much coaxing in order to engage in social situations, I do find people fascinating. I suppose it’s a stereo-typical introvert thing to admit, but I enjoy people watching.
We’re past customs and on the way to Great Roll, Will is almost home. Let’s unpack.
The train ride back to No Entry was a stark contrast to his previous train ride weeks before. The citizens of The Realm were streaming back to their homes, and Will witnessed many windows being freed from their plywood prison-bars as he passed.
Captured on my Bristol, PA photowalk. The photo begged to be developed in black and white.
Gazing at the irony
