The fast pace of city dwellers. Stop and go, red and green. Wait only as long as needed, then darting off in all directions at once. I stopped.

looked up.

stared at the wonder of the red sandstone building many times my age. It stood overlooking the loosely controlled corner of humanity, where traffic ebbed and flowed.

It waited for time to wear down the edges even further, smooth out the intricate scrollwork.

In front, the memorial stood sternly,

lest we forget.