I take a glimpse at a fire hydrant.
Say hello to a perfect stranger.
Smile and nod at a pretty girl.
I hope I remember my keys, phone, and wallet.
Now I’m halfway to the soup kitchen.
The cracks in the sidewalk are so annoying.
Policemen and firemen fly on past me.
There’s quite a big crowd here at St. Mary’s.
Maybe I should stop and buy a sandwich.
I’ve finally arrived at the soup kitchen.