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Breath of the Day #2474

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Breath of the Day #2474

Walking down into the Bart system sometimes feels like descending into the belly of a dragon, its thick breath rising out as you enter. It holds the accumulated breaths of tens of thousands of people, the heat radiating from those many bodies, and the scents of grease and dust swept in by their legs from every entry point in the city. Today that breath seemed unusually sickly; summer has given the great dragon a fever, perhaps.

I like the city well enough, but I am amazed at how much better I feel once I arrive back in Berkeley. The crowds are gone, the traffic is softer, there are trees whispering and wind chimes singing; it is very much as if I’ve been carrying around some added weight in the city, and it’s immediately removed when I step out of the Bart station.

There are people who live and work entirely in the dense areas of the city. I wonder how they feel when they travel to rural places, and so much of the constant noise they’ve grown accustomed to is hushed.

like an ancient day

Written by Umbrella Man

July 1, 2015 at 11:32 pm

Posted in people, strangers

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