vendredi, juin 17, 2005
the light changes, and they disappear again. the blur of colour has morphed into another shade. it gets hard to keep track of where that particular crowd is going. the raindrops continue plummeting downwards, and it gets harder to see clearly anymore
a little rain, a little fog. clustering round the glassy white buidings lining the street. two steps away the cars streak by, racing down the wide span of the road: the traffic light looks beatable. with murmurs the crowd surges past, oblivious of the traffic. just like the vehicles care not for the pedestrians. a couple of stumbles, a raised voice, an umbrella opens. the light changes and the crowd surges forward again. splashing messily over the sidewalk. hurriedly scampering from one shelter to the other.
the light changes, and they disappear again. the blur of colour has morphed into another shade. it gets hard to keep track of where that particular crowd is going. the raindrops continue plummeting downwards, and it gets harder to see clearly anymore
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