Choices

I’m fairly sensitive.  I distinctly remember the first day we were out on the Broadway and New Broadway, wending our way through the teeming people; I could feel the heavy vibrations of some of the people passing us in the street.  The look of anxiousness on their faces, the costs of associated goods and services, the choices having to be made between eating lunch or buying a necessity for the child.  It wasn’t what I thought it was going to be initially.  I’ve not been able to get that heaviness out of my system.