Feminism

Walk at nightShe pulled her hooded windbreaker tighter to her body and tightened the hood to protect her face from the wind. It wouldn’t be long before winter overtook the city, snow flattening the faded yellow leaves.

She walked at a quick pace, checking her watch. She cherished this time in the city; the early morning quiet before the chaos. She moved forward silently counting the rhythm of her steps, one, two, three, four, five. The street lights gleamed in the darkness, casting her long and slanted shadow. Continue reading