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November 21, 2010

Life switches to slow motion. I sit there on the bridge wall, in my cropped jeans, red and yellow checkered shirt and a straw hat with a banjo. The crowd, wearing dark coloured coats, swarms past swinging their briefcases without noticing the foreign organism. I wait there. Waiting for those three pairs to skip past, with their hands held and arms linked... The clouds cover the sky and everyone starts rushing around. The moment is here. They skip past just as expected, except the addition of the rain. I climb down, walk away, playing my banjo.