The curb was a familiar sight to John. He had walked past it every day for years, never really paying attention to it. But now, as he stood on the curb, looking down at the pavement, he couldn’t help but notice how worn and weathered it looked.

He thought back to all the times he had seen people standing on the curb, waiting for a bus or a taxi. He had always thought of it as a place of rest, a place where people could take a break from walking. But now he realized that the curb was also a place of waiting, of anticipation, and of hope.

John stood on the curb for a moment longer, then turned and walked away. He felt a new respect for the old curb, and he promised himself to never take it for granted again.