I step off the subway and a breeze speeds through the tunnel as the cars drop off their passengers and head in their opposite directions. The wind catches my hair in a flurry and swirls across my face. My eyes are rubbed closed in a circular motion. A faint smile catches my lips.
I am surprised at myself. I proceed up the escalator and the wind continues as if to say “there may be no leaves above you, but there is still benevolence underground. The peace that one has among the trees can also be found amongst concrete.