a thin young man with a shoulder bag is wearing a green Veer CMYK jacket. he holds hands with a girl in a black coat and they run down the moving sidewalk.
against one of the columns a little old lady in a pink coat and hat was leaning patiently. the disposable face mask over her nose and mouth was pink too. her husband came along pushing all their bags on a cart, and they wandered away.
a man in sunglasses and cowboy boots, his fedora hung on the outstretched handle of his wheeled suitcase, was singing a love song into his laptop. when he stood up and walked past me, I noticed the feather in his hat.
two skinny sisters with blonde ponytails took turns steering their luggage--five fat suitcases and one little carry-on--towards the bistro tables outside a little coffee shop. they giggle, waiting for a grandmother in a green minivan to come for them.
the girl in the purple shirt is talking on the phone, pacing. at long last the man with the brown jacket puts his arms around her, his hands all in her long curly hair.
small groups of wrapped-up muslim girls click by on neat heeled shoes. their headscarves and skirts flutter as they walk.
two round men meet at the corner and peck each others' cheeks. the small boy in their company orbits, ducking around and behind and between them.
against the window, a woman with a book perches with one foot on her luggage, one hand in a fist under her chin. she looks up every so often, surveys the room, and rests her eyes briefly on the page once more.
and there's me, slouching against the chair's armrest, removing and replacing my hair clip, trying to focus on This is Your Brain on Music, wondering about identity design ideas for Cassanndre, and peoplewatching, all at the same time.
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