Fleeting moments occur at any time and any place, for just a moment. They allow you to look into a strangers life for just an instant, but you'll remember it forever.
Looking out the frosty window of the car pumping infectious music into our souls, moving our limbs, filling our hearts with life, making us high on life, we see a fifty year old man, in his minivan, coming home from work, join our dance, giving in to the wonderous joy of life, dancing to drums ourside the adult world.
As his buddies walk ahead in the fading daylight, a soldier with his hair slicked back under a black beret, a backpack slung over one shoulder and his other hand in his girlfriend's back pocket, leans down to kiss her just before reaching the stairs that will take him home as the train that brings him to the end of his military journey rolls away.
A little boy waddles over to his mother standing on a tennis court, with the daylight streaming through the trees. She turns from her pensive state with painfilled eyes, to take the young, tiny hand that will bring her back from her past and lead her into the future.
An woman with black hair streaming behind her, wearing a white shirt and grey pants, searches desperately for her flight so she can continue to climb the corporate ladder and finally meet her aspirations.
A boy in nice clothes turns to find his mother, finished with his small pieces of freedom and ready to go back to the strong sturdy hand after a moment of exploration.
Three army men and their superior patrol the airport trying to look watchful and suspicious of everyone but occasionally letting their minds wander to things which will hold more of their attention.
A young woman with frazzled blonde hair, perched on a bright, red fire hydrant, sipping coffee, sighs and with it expels all the day's frustraion as she looks toward the horizon of a new day, temporarily forgetting the present obstacles.
A young African American girl snuggles on the lap of a man dressed in denum, with his hair pulled back in a ponytail under his black hat, staring out the subway window, one hand light, protectively resting on her back, and over his shoulder: a little purple backpack.
*I know it doesn't involve people but this was still cool*
The usual noise of the city is lulled by the snow falling on a busy sidewalk where a lone, forgotten, peach-colored flower blossom lies while ominous feet pass dangerously close by.
