The Observer

The wind. That's what kept the sultry evening sane. It helped too that the sun formed a spectacular background on its path into the night. Kept her thoughts from being inwards. Brought her attention to her surroundings.
It was a posh plaza -- a few upscale restaurants and some tasty options for desserts. The people all looked happy. Not bothered by the economy and its woes. The lucky ones. A kid walked by leading his father, whose hand he held. With an uncommon expression on his face. A wondering, quizzical expression. As if everything he was looking at was new; being filed away in his tiny brain. His first glimpses of life.
Sitting at one of the tables set outside, her thoughts were for once outside of herself. On how good the simple food tasted. How nice the breeze felt. Spring almost past, summer setting in. Watching people pass by. Each engrossed in their own world. Bustling of a mundane evening.
Life everywhere was brightening up again.