I was on the way to work and in the middle of a war. Spring was battling Winter and somehow a Fall breeze got caught up in the mix, too. It was a real duke-it-out showdown - I went from basking in the sunlight on one block to shouldering a brisk wind on the next. Then, right before I ran down the steps to catch the A train on Bedford and Fulton, I looked up and saw this metal skeleton in the sky.
The sun made me squint at the place where the dark, rumbly clouds met the blue, peaceful sky. And right there in the meeting of the two was an empty billboard. I smirked a little to myself and then to the shops on the streets, now waking up and stretching into morning business.
I smirked because it felt like the glory of creation just got advertised on this empty billboard and I bought it.
I would buy it every time, but it's free and that's crazy because nothing is free here. I guess that is what stuck with me all day. Coffee is money and food is money and entertainment is money and happiness is money... but this Winter vs. Spring vs. Fall battle up in the sky in the middle of my morning commute - that was free.
One free, glorious display of creation where a billboard once propaganda-ed our hipster stitched pocketbooks. Yes, please.