To the cityJanuary 6, 2016
She left home before dawn, driving down lanes between fields, alongside vineyards. She drove until nature gave way to wood and concrete, until buildings embraced her car. Only then did she park and emerge. The air smelled of exhaust and mud and baking bread and coffee and the cologne of the man rushing by her, and she breathed it in as if it were opportunity.
She flung her arms wide open to the city street. This, she said, this is what I have been waiting for all along.