i went for a walk this morning. everything looked watercolor, like someone painted the buildings with a wash of muted colors. the sky was like the dirty water where you rinse your brushes.

sometimes, when i walk alone i feel like i own the streets. the lights change colors for me and the trees bow down to give me shade. the pavement and buildings and sidewalks are mine, all mine.

but today, i felt like a lost little girl, simply wandering.

i didn't know where i was headed, but i kept going, finally settling down for a cup of coffee at the corner shop. i sat outside and read random pages in All the Anxious Girls on Earth, occasionally looking up, only to see different faces at each street corner, rotating like pieces on a board game.

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