Is Standing at the Corner

There is something quietly profound about a person standing at the corner—neither moving forward nor turning back. They might be waiting for a bus that’s running late, watching the rain fall in diagonal streaks, or simply gathering their thoughts before stepping into the next chapter of their day.

The corner becomes a threshold: between streets, between decisions, between presence and memory. In that stillness, the world continues to rush by—cars honk, footsteps echo, lights change—but they remain, anchored in a moment that belongs only to them.

No grand gesture, no dramatic monologue—just a human being, standing at the corner, existing in the ordinary magic of everyday life.