City

The leaves are shuffling their way down the street. The bridge up ahead is unusually empty for the time of day. The shadows are getting longer but the sun isn't dipping behind the buildings just yet. The light is just starting to take on a red wash. I adjust my coat just before I reach the bridge, pulling it a little tighter, closing the second button. I've pause for a bit, looking out over the river. The sun is just clipping the edge of a distant building, into the canyon the water cuts between the sky scrapers.