Signs, Signs, Everywhere a Sign

When I lived in New York City I often crossed the street—as many New Yorkers do in their constant haste—even when the “Walk” sign was not lit. I’d laugh to myself and could spot a tourist at once when they waited for the change of sign, even when there was zero traffic.

The Mountain in the Clouds, Part 28

This entry is part 28 of 49 in the series The Mountain in the Clouds

I could tell by the faces of the people before me that they were in an uncomfortable place. Certainly the words themselves must well have been comprehended. But the information provided to them about who and what they are… I could tell that they hesitated to believe. In fact I wondered even in my own mind whether the words I just spoke could be true. And I asked myself, could this be?