I remember standing in the middle of the freezing plaza, absolutely mesmerized by the lone street musician. Gah, this guitar.
This music, this cold, this crowd.
A perfect little moment.
Almost felt like a movie — that part where everything freezes, and the love of my life steps out from the shadows to find me.
… Or something like that.
Then, my mom calls out for me to catch up with the rest of the group.
Movie daydreams gone, and it’s cold again.