Growing up, I looked west for my weather report.
Are the towers covered in fog? Better grab an umbrella.
Thirteen years later and I still find myself looking west, searching the skyline for the familiar spires, my weathermen, and forgetting for just a second.
Muscle memory I guess.
I catch myself peeking at the new sleek spire from the corner of my eye each morning. I’m still unused to seeing it there. Almost like an invader in beloved territory.
But there it is again; my weatherman.
Better grab my umbrella.
What do you see each morning on your way to work or school? How does it make you feel?
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