I glance from a coffee shop window. One day prior, a few steps from where I was seated, I listened in as a patron voiced his discontent with telecommunications companies. "Verizon are a bunch of crooks", he said. I laughed inside at his vocal expression, and listened in as I was able to capture a glimpse of American culture. Baristas made coffee in the background.
From the coffee shop window, I saw a dance of infrastructure. Trams, cars, people; all in tandem. The scene was going like clockwork. Cars and people gave way to trains; cars stopped to let people cross when the white hand appears on the crossing. My mind wondered: "how is this so masterfully orchestrated?", a question that comes to me often in different terms. How do trains arrive so frequently on time despite being so fast? I sipped my morning coffee, basking in the wonder. Although I could find an answer to my question, I instead opted to succumb to the beauty in ignorance.
As I write, I ponder: "when will I next reflect on infrastructure?" Perhaps the next time I do, I will remember writing this musing in a cool, spacious room in San Francisco. The sound of traffic echoes in the background. A new question arrives in my mind: "what should I write next?"