Orb

Fred Hersch - The Orb

It’s funny how it’s so quiet just a small block from the hustle and bustle of the main road. The air here is cool but stifled, and your footsteps can be heard in the cavernous walls of this city chasm. Momentary roars of trucks and trains pass by exponentially thunderous echoes to die out into faint whispers. Soft breezes push by scraps of chocolate wrappers, scraping and caressing the asphalt for grounded stability.

My footsteps echo sonorously enlivening my surroundings, the concrete jungle is alive.