This morning, I parked on the 5th level of the parking deck, and elected
to take the stairs down to the bottom level, rather than the elevator.

People, let me tell you. You cannot begin to imagine the sound that we
were making trooping down the stairs in that concrete stairwell. Our
steps reverberated up and down that relatively small space.

It was akin to what I envision an army would sound like marching in
lockstep towards it's next conquest.

As I added my own size 13 steps to the din, I wondered what we would like
from the sky to someone looking down on us. Like ants. A platoon of ants
coming out of every crack and crevice in the parking deck, and then
marching down the stairwells, and pouring out of the elevators. Then
converging on the front doors of the building.

Like ants.