I was crossing the street today. Standing in between two cars checking the other direction since at least one was at a stand still. I had already found out that my grandfather's cat died today by more than likely getting hit by a car. And I thought to myself the way it would feel just to get hit and only feel it for a minuet second, hopefully. The crushing impact of the metal against the side of my purse and laptop, hardly any protection. Flying through the air so rapidly I wouldn't even realize it. and laying there. Like Samurai or Lars.
Just another life form not really appreciated by a stranger but only loved by a family and many friends. I stood there thinking this. No cars were coming. But the thought didn't leave my mind till I started up the staircase to home. To Sage.