The people keep moving. Legs, feet, shoes shuffling down the street. Destinies unknown. Don’t stumble or trip, just keep moving. College town, lectures, meetings, lunches to get to, to be on time for. We’re busy. So, so busy. Does it end? The sprint to the finish line, I think. Does it feel like this until the very end? Tell me no. Lie if you must. Tell me there is more-more stories to tell, more life to live. We need to think outside of the box, to sit in the sun, to look out beyond this bustling city. We need to be still.