The Abandoment of Innocence: Elan 7N |100mm| Ilford 100Delta
Jan 2, 2007
I can feel the cold air push in through the sides of the door, looking for another warm place to hide. They find my hands as they reach for the knob, and at this moment I realize why I didn't walk out of the apaprtment only wearing a sweater. The air outside is just as dry as it was inside, only now the cold air bites at my face. I start walking catching a crossing guard staring off into the cold morning, I cross the street without her so much as noticing. A bicyclist goes by, and I catch a pair of fuzzy handle bars. They look like two rabbit's feet stuck to the bike. I'm reminded of cold nights riding home from class, hands burning cold, and it all makes sense. As i walk I see the kids going to school, I wonder what warm breakfast means to them, as the projects pass by, I wonder, with the cold air, but that is all they have ever known, and I wonder what if that would have been all I ever knew. Would I think about warm breakfast as I find myself doing, or would I be to worried about my runny nose.