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.