Activity on the Corner

There is a gentle dripping outside that is waking the activity outside.

A grumpy old lady passes by with a red rimmed umbrella,

a sour scowl crossed her face and she continues to move down the street.

"Blue Skies nothing but Blue Skies...Blue Skies coming my way."

Yet, the dreary grayness of the day is skewed by the hustle and bustle of
activity on the street.

Walk,

Va-room,

stop,

go.

The melody of the corner is alive with activity.