final proof that i am delusional. (this is NOT a poem)

sitting.
knitting.
sipping hot spiced cider from a "HAPPY NEW YEAR!" mug.
all of a sudden-i heard it. a loud shouting outside my window. chanting and screaming, asking and repeating. it sounded like a

revolution.

i couldn't see it. the scaffolding in the window blocked my eyes from witnessing the passion. i ran to my room and grabbed a coat, hat, and keys. left a note on the table:
have gone out for a breif moment. will be back shortly.
dashed out the door.

silence.
silence.
silence.

only soft, upper-middle-class new york ambience greeted my hungry ears.
oh well.