I stood next to the building, alone.
Observing the street scene,
people, noises, conversations
the snippets of life
a quiet person is privy to.
Still, waiting for the bus
the wind whipped up
through the buildings,
hair went flying, coats billowed,
a shiver went through with the gust.
I pulled my coat tighter, closer,
hugging the building
I watched the hot dog vendor
dispensing hot coffee and wieners
loaded with condiments and a smile.
I sighed with the memory of another time.