Misty Streets - A Writing of Mine
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A walk in the early morning while the streets are still misty is a delightful treat.
I stroll a moment too long and miss the taxi.
Leaning against the post of the "Taxi" sign, I pull on my coat tighter and watch the people walking by.
There is the lonely person walking by themself & the large group of friends.
There is the scowling person and the person who can't stop smiling.
There is the wealthy business man and the poor girl in rags.
There are those strolling slowly along and those rushing by.
As the taxi finally drives up, I find someone else rushing up and asking if they may go first.
With my permision granted, they pay the taxi driver and state their thanks to me.
And I wait for the next taxi to come along.