Even if I Don’t See It With My Own Eyes
Isn’t that what faith is for?
I walk, pretending to be familiar with my surroundings. I have traveled the gamut of transportation to get here: automobile, train, bus, walking. The sidewalks and neighborhoods are unfamiliar, a reminder that I am far from home. Young people standing at the corner talking and laughing stop their actions for a moment as I walk past them pretending to have “missed” the conversation. Buildings and small houses around me appear locked together, no space between them, no architectural reason for the dissonance of height, frame, damage to the structure, chipped paint. Paint! It feels as if I am walking inside a large paint …