Colin M. Reilly: June 2009 Archives

I got out of my car a bit less optimistic then when I got into it. I mean, I was the only one there. I tied my shoes with my head up, still scaning and hoping to catch the glimpse of some other soul who had the same idea as me. Still, nothing and no one but the geese.

And the geese sure did mark their territory; scattered on the path was the evidence. Not much changes in Buffalo, I thought, only here it was only geese excrement lying in the path of my progression. I just dealt with it, keeping my head up and my eyes on the path ahead.

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