People cloud the streets, rain hits. 

Work litters our minds, garbage fills. 

Too much. 

Words buzz around-- flies near our heads.

Meaningless noise, meaningless people.

We don't care. 

But still

Sun fliters through the leaves

a crisp wind blows

and distantly, a song plays

spilling out into the lawn, toward me

louder, louder, higher and faster

I listen. I look. I breath. 

And I smile.