The busy city demands to be seen, to be experienced. Many humans command the streets, the city is about stories, about smells and what eyes can see. Smells like coldness, chocolate, black and blue. It is easy to smell the colors in the city, to hear what mouths have to confess. I have seen too much white in this place. Long distances are our forte, youngsters with beanies, sleeves shirts, grays and pale pinks. People have destinations, no delay today for the forecast. Thank you for toughness, for your many laps around the poles. You could not be better at doing what you do, what a great salad you have made! Your indifference is my confort. How does this big place have strength? Colors of love and kindness, my fave.