July 31, 2009 Leave a comment
This is my favorite corner, near my parents’ house. I love how cracked the sidewalk is, like the desert floor after a rain. The little pieces of rock mixed with the asphalt are like little jewels. Sometimes you can even find trinkets besides cigarette butts too. I once found a tiny bowling pin. I have ran, jogged, driven, cycled and probably cartwheeled over this corner so many times in the 10 years my family has lived in this area, and it makes me so excited when I roll over it. It means I get to be coming home.