just before he stepped out of the taxi and the wind gusted and his briefcase opened up on the street... like a choreographed dance, he tried to catch all his papers and stuff them under his arm but then his hat blew off and the bus rolled away and i never got to see how it finished. it was a year ago that i saw that in Chicago and i’m sure that man would never remember that this even happened on that particular day but i still think about that very alive moment in time when i was warm and dry and watching out the window taking a picture as he struggled.