Melody tilted above, two girls laughing. Voices joyfully competing, joy aloud. Ancient, incessant hairdryer as companion in song. Unworn song, tomorrow yet to come. Stray cat eyes from obscured corners, distrusting, weary in earned betrayal. Picking at morsels, crushed out between cigarette ends. Old lady, pulling her worn looking cart, eyes fixed on shined cobblestone, unseeing, lost in worn out memory. Spiteful wind, tearing around frayed corners, mocking in piercing cold. Mocking in remembrance of warmth.
And on it plays, solitude song.