Sitting on a side street curb finishing a cigarette, the roar of a passenger bus reminds me of how close we are to the city.
Looking around this little place I quickly realize its unique mid-century charm. Must have been beautiful in its previous life of rain coats and Sunday tea.
Eating at some run down pizzeria while an Italian guy cusses out a sidewalk musician and the neighborhood passes us by...
Gazing at a faded storefront mural across the street, staring into the souls of forgotten loved ones and proud citizens.
Driving away at dark with a shitty cup of coffee and a new silent hope, despite the continued Pittsburgh rain.
Waking to sunlight dancing on your face, eyes open and shining like the morning sun. A new beginning yet you remember the old.