The wind is herded between steel traps and it hits me like i'm not used to. i don't really belong here, to be honest, but i like playing tourist and my friends are here so i'll stay. it's weird, being trapped the way i am. i look up and my line of sight is framed by buildings - glass and metal both hot and too cold at the same time - that only gives me slivers of blue that i'm used to having in abundance.
'i could never live here.' i say, turning to see four others standing behind me, watching and waiting. one smiles and shakes his head. he says not everyone's cut out for this place. another looks up and solemnly agrees with me. two more are silent, and i assume they have their opinions, they just don't think they're worth voicing.
'but you'd visit every day, wouldn't you?' the third girl asks me, finally making eye contact. she knows me better than the others, and i can only shrug. she knows i'd make a home out of motels and hay piles if it meant i could keep the life framed in glass and steel, no matter how much it scares me.
