City Life

As I stand on top of the utility pole, my eyes scan over the city. The buildings that I walk past every day catch my eye. They appear mammoth and from this angle the sun beams on them distorting their natural shape. Birds soar above my head chirping as the wind blows my hair into my face. Below, people go about their business as usual, hustling to work, while cars speed past the stop signs and get honked at by other vehicles.

“Hey, you, the man on the utility pole, get down from there, you, idiot!” a man yells.

In a daring attempt I jump. To my surprise, I land on both feet and walk past the dumbfounded man who yelled.