Motors are running, vehicles with rounded edges and painted all the colors of the rainbow move about, yet I detect no smog. Only a herd of puffy, white clouds, softly reflecting some yellow sunlight slowly existing the frame.
An older man with a brown bag lunch seems to watch the passing parade with some interest. I assume the blue bike he stands beside is his. The seat looks comfortable.
With all this coming and going, leaning and bending, I am reminded that nothing is ever truly still; the earth spins and orbits a moving sun in an expanding universe.
I have caught but a glimpse, the most fleeting of moments. It is an extraordinarily bright and vivid scene. This is what the world looks like on my happiest days or in my sunniest of memories.