People Watching

I think a lot about the lives of others. Each one is their own entity, living a life I will never know.

A melancholy feeling comes over me as I watch them. In a fortress of public life, seemingly unseen.

Sometimes as I sit, people watching, I create whimsical or dastardly stories for each of them.

Maybe they are moonstruck, racing off to a dinner where their sweetheart will get down on one knee.

Or maybe they stomp along, drenched with indignation, furious about a foretold down-size at their job.

Are they righteous, kind, a mother, a criminal?

Sometimes I'm sure my intuition is off, or maybe my imagination and natural comedy is taking over.

But I enjoy these moments. They make me wonder what people guess about my own life.