Men

So, I've been spending some time by my window. And I discovered that there is a parking sign outside my window, where the men of my block like to gather. They stand around it like a central point of importance, so they can discuss the motorcycle parked beside them, and complain about the reckless existence of their younger generation. They stand there between four and five in the evening, as they always do, overlooking the block. They think that they are seeing everything, in control. But aha! It is ME who sees them. From my second story window I see them all, the men who congregate around the parking sign.