"There is no race if the rats refuse to run."
~ Origin uncertain, attributed to R. Amiton
There it was, out of place yet very much in place, an office building towering over the suburban trail.
So engaged I was in the midst of discovery, so focused on the beautiful beyond, I didn't even see it sneak up on me to one side. This was yesterday...
Today I walked the trail again. This time it was very much apparent on a sunny Monday morning, expected as it was. Remembering another life of mine, I wondered how many eyes shrouded by darkened windows wistfully watched. How many had watched even on Sunday?
What had they traded to sit there, day after day after day, at the shaded windows with a view?
What might they trade to be free?
On my walk back, casually playing with shadows, I saw the narrow path.
A few, just a few, had apparently managed a lunchtime escape.
But is that really enough?