Sidewalking on a cold, rainy morning
As each heel hits the sidewalk, the sound reverberates up through my bones, beating the drums of my ears from the inside. The coffee shop I was at before had its front doors open. Too cold to work. The seat was uncomfortable anyway.
I'm on my way to another coffee shop down the street. One, two, one, two. I count my steps. Heels hitting. I have my head down, hands shoved deep into my coat pockets.
It's raining. Occasionally a heavy drop drips from a storefront overhang and lands on my head. I try to avoid this by walking closer to the curb. It's cold. I tuck my chin to my chest and shrug my shoulders. It's dark. The sky is fog in all directions. I hope the next coffee shop has its doors shut.