a walk through texts

"We woke up early, walked down the old grey street. There'd been rain the night before which had cleaned the surface dirt from the windows and concrete, leaving a false shiny sheen on everything. I breathed in, charged. The air was charged.
     "Something's gonna happen, "Thom said.
     "I know," I replied.
     It felt like we were the first people to ever do anything, that the simple act of us walking down the street was naming it. Naming the street, naming the action, this is walking, it's a brand new thing, isn't it amazing?"

Maya Merrick, Sextant, Montreal: Conundrum Press, 2005, 149.