Taking the first step - a short story

George sits on the roof of his building admiring the view. He can see for miles around despite the fog and the city looks so peaceful from up here. It's early but there are already a few early birds scurrying around. It's like an ant farm down there already. He remembers having one as a kid and he recalls how the ants would run around in confusion when he'd shake it. He thinks that the effect would be the same if he were to drop in on the people down on the street unannounced.