Though I walk barefoot on the sidewalk, my eyes remain fixed on the clouds. I’m the only shoeless person on Broadway.
Pedestrians stroll past, clutching briefcases and grocery bags. Chicago people know exactly where they’re going.
Using my intuition, I avoid the glass shards. Someone points at my feet and shouts, “You forgot your shoes!”
Laughing, I shake my head. Poor fool. He doesn’t understand how to use his intuition. City life has turned him into a robot. He shies away and heads towards the supermarket.
I look up and notice my shoes dangling from an electrical wire.
Free at last.