
Monster in the Window
Every morning before work, I leave early to avoid rush hour traffic. I leave my house at 6:50 a.m. and drive to downtown Salt Lake. I get to the parking garage and drive in circles to reach the seventh floor. I park, then climb down seven flights of stairs, refusing to take the elevator.
I walk from the parking garage over to City Creek Shopping Center through a tunnel. I walk past the food court, then step onto the escalator, listening to its steady hum echo through the empty space as it carries me upward.
From there, I walk back and forth across a sky bridge that links two separate sections of City Creek divided by Main Street. I see a few people out walking their dogs or walking with friends before work. There are many apartments nearby, some even just above the shopping center.
This is a peaceful place to walk as I start my day. I love window shopping and love the vibe before shops open and the fast-paced life begins. During the holiday season, the displays glow quietly, untouched by crowds or noise.
As I was walking past the window displays, I noticed a monster emerging from the shadows, for a moment, almost quietly saying, “I am here, but I will not hurt you. I am here to keep the shopping mall safe.” I took a picture, wanting to show people what was hiding at the mall.
I remembered being afraid of the dark as a child, running outside to take out the trash, seeing the moon and wind play tricks on autumn leaves. I would run back inside just in time, certain something was chasing me.
Years later, I see the moon and lights once again playing tricks with my vision. This time, I know I am safe, surrounded by the beautiful illusions of the guardians of the mall, once feared watching quietly as the day begins to stir.









