Along the puddles of rain, I saw flashes of light. A whole other life inside those tiny pools. Distorted streetlights, squat buildings. Squat people rushing along, upside down. When the puddles dried, the collected debris was free to blow along the sidewalk, eventually getting sucked into a whirlwind, airborne along the avenue, passing a deli, where a man tried to light a cigarette.

But the wind would not let him. While the flying trash laughed at him.