The old brown brick building not unlike many buildings built for functionality and not be aesthetically pleasing. It was a hated building, more so on that hot and dry day.
The street was crowded, and pedestrians pushed about and snapped at those blocking their path, everyone was in too much a hurry to stop.
The street, as crowded as it was, was still a lonely place to be. There were better, happier places to be for people who still lived.
The windows of the building needed a good cleaning. The sunlight dulled them. The litter on the steps to the entrance of the building needed to be cleared, yet, no one seemed concerned. People walked in and out of the building. Some happy. Some depressed. Some just looked like they had done what they needed to do. This walls in this building had seen it all and heard it all. It was a place which marked beginnings, middles and ends.
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Paul looked the old brown building. His palms were sweaty from the heat of a beautiful summer’s day. To Paul the old brown bricks signified something beautiful at each milestone of his life. When he’d come of age. When he’d gotten his licence to travel the world. And now it signified when he would finally belong to a solid partnership. The sun multiplied a hundred times on the building’s windows. People stood on the steps and he noticed each smile on each face. He would never be alone again. And in that crowded street he could hear the laughter of children, the excited chatter of friends.
Paul ignored the vulgar pedestrians who were rushing to do other things. For Paul, there could be nothing better than marking the beginning of a new chapter. A dream come true. There was no where else he wanted to be.
He laughed, he had never felt better as he began his ascent to the building to mark another great moment in his life.
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