waiting...

[labrujah]

If somebody had told me, five years ago, that I'd be perched at a big oak desk in a midtown building listening to the traffic and the bottles clinking, and waiting for it to be time to go -- I think I would have had a hard time imagining it.

I just had one of those weird city moments where you look out of your little lighted window in a tall dark building and see into the other windows across the street.