Walking through the park the other night the lamplights were like giant fireflies in the dark. A bum slept on a bench. A man in a thick designer leather jacket stood in the middle of the sidewalk staring up at the pink hued sky.
I tiptoed quietly along on a blanket of air capturing a snapshot of the scene through the ghostly bare branches of springtime trees. A dog skipped by and then it's owner, trudgingly, with a leash in his hand attached to nothing. The dog carried a small rubber ball in it's mouth with a giant cheshire grin, pissing on sign posts.
The bum woke up and looked through me. The dog walker was not aware of my presence as I floated by. The man in the leather jacket didn't move. An ambulance siren wound up to an ear-splitting volume but at such a distance it sounded tiny and toy-like.
It was Wednesday.
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