Everyone agrees that everything around them have certain noticeable features too them, but some people don’t have these thoughts to them.

The air has a crisp ring of ambient city noise. The bustle is apparent around the tall man. A happy upbeat smile seemingly painted onto his face as the man next to him drops all of his papers out of his briefcase. He keeps walking though, unaware.

Pigeons mindlessly make a flutter of chaos on the sidewalk to his right. They flutter past his face with great excitement as the boy continues kicking at them. He looks at the boy with an upbeat side eye. The boy looks at him and glances down as he slows his walking pace through the flock. The man smiles at the boy and continues walking.

A car bumps into another as the driver makes an attempt at parking across the street from the man’s route. The people around him stop to take a glance at the incident across the bustle of cars. The man walks into the park opposite of the scene.

The man sits at the bench inside the large happy white dome amongst the grey skyscrapers. The boys behind the damp bench watered down by the sun. Their faces collecting beads of sweat and stains of flushed red from their rugged activities.

Their football escapes them and flys in the direction of the man enjoying the scenery of the oasis of the city. The man feels a thump against his head, and he’s surprised at the football that sits next to him. It’s seems to be enjoying the scenery with him as though they were old friends. The children retrieve their friend and apologize silently. Continuing with their respective activities of rough housing and gazing upon the scenery.

Half an hour later:

Two cars are stranded on the side of the road. The bus the man has ended up on passes swiftly on the ice and snow capped highway. One red truck and one old blue car trapped in snow. Vacant and sad compared to the man’s kind mood.

Leaving the bus he sees his destination. He runs up to the excited woman. She signs, “how are you?”