Streets
Rush hour from the overpass
Everyone going somewhere. I stood still for ten minutes and watched.
Freja Ås
There is a footbridge over the main road near the office. At five the cars are packed below, headlights on, nobody moving fast.
I stopped on the bridge on my way to the train. People do not look up from cars. I could see a man singing, a woman eating a sandwich, two children fighting in the back.
Why I stopped
I was tired and the city looked beautiful in the blue light, and I did not want to be one of the cars yet.
