Metamorphosism

Could be anywhere

There are a bunch of old trees outside my office window. It was warm this morning so the window is open. It just got windy. The sound the wind makes I have heard before. Waiting for a train one humid afternoon in the middle of nowhere in Japan. On the Oregon coast as a boy, hiding from people in tall grass. Taking a leak at a rest stop in Eastern Washington one hot summer day, trying to remember why I was there.

People are talking somewhere, and cars are driving around and the elevator is going places.