Rounding Error

From Lincoln Park to the building was about twenty blocks, and the route on foot took us down past my favorite landmark in the city. I was glad he had suggested the walk, and there was still a lot to process. The conversation we shared took us down past strangle familiar landmarks of frustration and friendships. “We’re thirty-four and have twenty years of experience.” Well, not really quite twenty years, but it was close enough to be a rounding error. It was warm and sunny, and in the middle of everything at the bottom of the hill I noticed how the monument and the old clock tower aligned in height. Because noticing was sometimes easier than listening. And as we turned up toward the numbered streets, there was at least a little bit of a plan.