Little travellers of life

A little boy is playing by a waterpool. It's spring and he is excited about the melting of snow. He hits a stick on the pool and one cold water drop falls down to my cheek. He looks at me frightenedly like wanting to say sorry but too afraid to do it. I smile to him, put my hands in the pockets of my cloat and keep walking. He smiles back and continues his playing.

The woman has orange hair. She is sitting in an underground and the underground is orange too. She has brown boots and she is reading a book. She doesn't notice life around her because she is so lost in the story of that book on her nail polished fingers. The underground stops and she awakes from the magic world. Spell is broken. She stands up, fixes her hair and walks out from the underground. An empty seat is waiting for another sitter.

A boy with a hat sits down opposite to me. He eats chocolate candies and talks with three of his friends. They laugh and talk. Talk and laugh. "Girl, you look so depressed, take one candy", he says and hands me a box of chocolates. "No thanks." i say and turn my face back to the window. It's night and the city breathes life with its bright lights.

The dirty old man sits alone. Nobody goes to sit near to him. He has old and broken clothes and he sings a song eyes closed. "So far is life, so far is life..." he sings the same melancholic melody again and again. Some group of young girls try to hold back their laughter. One urbane old lady looks at him disapprovingly. Rest of the passengers don't play attention. The old man seems to be tired and lost. And drunk.

A young girl in blue miniskirt and black stockings sits in the back of the underground. She bites her lips insecurely and observes other passengers. Sometimes her eyes stuck on something and stay there for a long time. Time has stopped in her expression. Then she moves her gaze to the window and looks how people's faces are reflected on the window glass.