Time On My Own

I find myself relating to the person in this essay quite strongly. Reminds me of myself, I suppose, and my own experiences among the crowds. Descriptions of the leaves and other relatively minor things added extra depth. I really liked the imagery of the clothes seeming just as tired as the body, for example.

Length, maybe, but I wouldn't know what to suggest needs trimming or condensing. Breaking up the longer paragraphs into two or three might help a reader stay focused, though. I caught myself skimming in a couple places, even though I wanted to read the whole thing.

I felt involved while reading, to the point where I really cared about the outcome. That doesn't happen very often. The essay feels more solid and real because of that.