I hesitate. I am tired.  I don’t want to go out.  I didn’t have much in common with her.  She talks too much.  We disagree on politics.  I am afraid to tell her we disagree.  I’m tired.  I don’t know her well.  I am tired.

Sometimes it is best not to listen to voices.  We cross Father Bernatek Footbridge where metal statues dance–trapeze artists, captured, flying forever free.  Leap.