Ode to the new yorker

Ode to the new yorker

Jillian ONeill

I sit here, on the balcony of my shore house, every single day for the past 2 months. It's not very special but maybe it could be. As I sit here everyday I observe what happens down below and it's usually very boring, my same neighbors takes out her trash and the same man walks his dog down the same side of the street. I finished dinner early this night and decided to go to my regular spot out on the balcony, I sat for about 20 minutes before I realized the lady with trash never came outside. As the night continued my mind also wandered, I thought of every scenario to why she wasn’t there but before I went to bed I gave up on every single thing I thought of and decided it was best if i minded my own business. Later that night I woke up to the sound of police sirens coming from outside my window and when my curiosity got the best of me i decided to walk outside to what was the issue. When i reached the edge of the balcony my first thought was to look over at the house of the woman who didn’t take out her trash but there was nobody there, in fact there wasn't anything anywhere, just a silent town with a few cars passing by. As I walked back to bed I didn’t even try to convince myself that the siren was my imagination in fear that it would leave me awake the rest of the night.