4th & State
We're all standing on the same street corner: me, the man with the cake under his arm, the lady in the yellow turtleneck, the guy wearing shorts in spite of the chill in the air - and each of us is going somewhere different.
We're coming from different places too, but for these few brief moments while we wait for the signal to change, our various paths have coalesced on a single patch of pavement and we stop, perhaps irritated by the delay, perhaps out of breath, perhaps resigned to the vulnerabilities of pedestrian traffic.
No one wants to stand too close to anyone else, but we all secretly hope to be the first into the street - first to come closer to the destination, first to be able to escape the awkwardness of silent closeness with strangers.
As we all glance sidelong at one another I suddenly wonder: has any of us pressed the button?
- a part of the mobile blogging experiment.
We're coming from different places too, but for these few brief moments while we wait for the signal to change, our various paths have coalesced on a single patch of pavement and we stop, perhaps irritated by the delay, perhaps out of breath, perhaps resigned to the vulnerabilities of pedestrian traffic.
No one wants to stand too close to anyone else, but we all secretly hope to be the first into the street - first to come closer to the destination, first to be able to escape the awkwardness of silent closeness with strangers.
As we all glance sidelong at one another I suddenly wonder: has any of us pressed the button?
- a part of the mobile blogging experiment.
Location:400 S. State Street SLC, UT
Comments
Usually the answer is yes. And pushing it again is obnoxious. But sometimes the answer is no.