The skyscrapers loomed high overhead and constituted the vertical component of the concrete jungle. I now understood how it felt to wander the unfamiliar paths of a menacing land.
Although the weather was terrific and the sun shined brightly, inwardly I felt a sense of foreboding and dread. Suddenly, I was lost and without any idea of which direction to go. I thought I knew the city but, in this case, I had exited a certain building from a door that dropped me into an area that might as well have been a foreign region.
Ahead, I saw a park. As I started to cross the street into the park, a policeman approached me. He was involved with handling a situation and found himself without anything to write with. He asked me if I had a pencil he could borrow. I gave it to him and started to move on. "Wait - don't you want your pencil back?"
"No, just keep it," I replied. I did not want to wait as I felt an urgency to find some familiar territory. I knew there were areas in the town that I must avoid. I did not want to be accosted. I had to find my way! "Which way to turn?"
Exiting the tree lined park area, I looked skyward in an attempt to see the communication apparatus atop the telephone building. However, the buildings were so close I could not see the antennas. If I wanted to see the tops of the buildings, I must get into an open area. As I attempted to locate the towers, I turned a corner and found myself face to face with ....
Suddenly, I was awakened by the sounds of my cats fighting.