Just Visiting

Visiting New York is like being kidnapped by aliens. My senses are assaulted by unfamiliarity. Traffic, shouts, horns. A living kaleidoscope. Steam billows out of grates. Spices, coffee, something rank. Grit. The omnipresent press of people.

The city never changes and is never the same. Years have past since I was last here. My cousins have all gone gray.

I wonder about past choices. The decision for a different path. Perhaps she was right. I could’ve been content in the Big Apple.

I stop. A pigeon waddles on the sidewalk.

I’m rammed from behind.

“Christ, buddy. What’s wrong with you?”

Picture is copyright by John Benwell.

Daily Post prompt.

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