Wandering through town the other day I walked by a building I’ve passed a hundred times. The most interesting aspect of the building was the astrology and tarot card reader that had a shop there for a couple years. With that gone, I scarcely give the building a second look. For some reason, I paused, wandered around the side, and looked around. There, above me was a set of stairs, an emergency escape of some sort, nearly black against a uniform gray sky.
I should pause more often, loiter around the buildings I have dismissed as uninteresting. Who knows what I might see.