Walking along, it was cold and windy. the doors opened and out spilled people. charging and barreling along. "A taxi" she says.. "where is a taxi?"... he shurgs..its happened before.. the bottles clink, gently urging me on..
Warm lights, rich warm wood accents. not even free smells.
Feast your eyes.. Feast..
Perhaps if i stood there much longer and closer, my nose pressed to the glass and just stood. And stared..
moving along, i came across a common maybe unoticed scene in what may be the most solitary place in urbanism.
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