In a city far from home her day ends and she makes her way to the courtyard that separates the office building where she works from an identical one across the way. It is a glorious September afternoon, just after 5pm and she doesn't have a care in the world. She strolls, happy, aimless, but focused. She sees a wide ledge that building is casting a shadow on. She pulls herself up onto the ledge and notices to here right side there is a three story drop into another courtyard. No worries, she is at peace.

She tucks her legs into her chest and wraps her arms around her knees. Feeling content, feeling happy. She barely knows a soul in this town but who cares, it is such a great place to be. A security guard on the other side of the courtyard sees her on the ledge. He is also far from his home town. He feels nothing good about it, except for providing for his grandson to go to school back in his hometown so that maybe one day he can work in one of these office buildings. He walks over to the ledge with no particular rush or passion. He tells the young woman that she is not allowed to sit there, that it is not safe. In another time, in another country, the young woman would act in defiance but her she just smiles. Smiles and pulls herself down from the ledge with such grace you would think she could have shimmied down the three stories on the deeper side.

Her feet firmly planted on the ground, she looks up, not feeling the sun's warmth but not its heat as she puts left in front of right. The path you take becomes the journey.