I sit down at the square, listening as a street performer plays a sombre tune; its melody echo’s past the buildings and into the souls of the audience that has gathered. His song ends, there is a polite applause, then they go on their way. Their schedules have no time for art.
A bird approaches looking for crumbs. Once it realises I have nothing to offer it flutters away. I follow its flight and catch a glimpse of a woman sitting opposite me. She smiles. Her radiance outshines the sun. She has the countenance of angels in her glow.
She gets up, as she does her white blouse casts a silhouette of her figure. I can make out the faint lines of her body; I paint them in my mind. A street-car suddenly comes between us, as it passes I see she has gone, though her smile remains with me. I hold on to it for a while. Just for a little while.