Sky overcast, filled with white clouds and very
little blue to be seen.
Trees, leaves, barely moving, very little breeze
happening in the atmosphere.
Traffic flowing in a hurry, mostly heading west
very little going east.
People walking, carrying back packs, pushing a
wheelchair, kids and babies being pushed in
strollers by mothers and fathers.
Life just walking past as I look out the window
at Wendy's.
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