Change. Change has always scared me, but isn’t that true of everyone? Besides, this was good change. Improvement was finally being made, the changes were visible—I could reach out and touch them. But, I couldn’t help but feel like the something would come crashing down.

I subconsciously darted my eyes towards the broad shouldered woman sitting on the park bench, swiping her thin, auburn coils from her pale face as she obnoxiously slurped her iced latte from her paper straw. She met my eyes.

I shook the woman from my view like an Etch A Sketch and let my gaze fall across the pond, opaque and littered with water Lillies, and to the bustling part of the city—free from the intrusion of revved engines or entitled honking. Instead, the cars hummed and the incoherent babbling of hundreds of people floated across the pond and over to me.