Perspective

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With each new method of transport he grew to love his city more. A morning sunrise captivated him high up in a hot air balloon; a setting sun sliced through his evening trolley car. Staring through the porthole window of a flight back home, he watched unfamiliar skyscrapers shrink until they were scarcely bigger than cereal boxes.

It was only after leagues and miles mechanically traveled that he finally found the city’s true nature: on foot, close enough to see the faces of the pedestrians he had been passing over.