Morning Rush

I love waking up early. Feeling warmth return to the earth after the cold of night. Watching the streets turn from silent and empty to noisy with the overflow of cars. Like a gutter during a rainstorm, we all move from our spacious clouds where we were floating and spread out like vapor, to a collective downpour that reaches a bottle neck in the gutter. We move from individual drops to a single stream. Though I wonder if the water droplets look from left to right with resentment for their newfound community of travelers. We all seem to agree that we do not enjoy being a part of this stream that floods our streets every morning, but to sit safely on the sidewalk or in a quiet cafe and watch is like hearing the rain fall on a tin roof.