Come again, Spring
What started out as a dreary, rainy morning transformed into a brittle winter as a cold chill blew through my bones. I tucked my hands deep into the front of my hooded jacket as I made my way home after classes. Stopped by the traffic, I shivered within myself as I waited for the cross signal to light up allowing for safe passage. My attention was averted from deep in thought by the sight of an elderly man in construction gear racing across the street. I could sense tenseness in his mannerisms that were accentuated by his frantic movements. My eyes back tracked the path that he had ran from, and I watched as stillness transformed into uproar before me. A couple individuals huddled beside a body lying in the road near a large semi-truck, beside a crane that appeared to be loading onto the truck. Suddenly men in hard hats were running to and fro, pedestrians starting pulling out cell phones, and cars slowed down to snoop. In moments this rather deserted road was filled with flashing...