He caught my eyes. He sure did. The stripes and the perfect khaki tone of his top and the bottom garment scripted his simplistic personality. He had a layer of thin coat on one side of his shoulder and the sound of the train lady had finally reached his hypothalamus.
He dazed as he opened his eyes and lifted his body altogether; pulling his wheeled upright out of the filled-up compartment. His hair was tossed as it met the wind of the city. Bright day it was.
He followed the crowd and dissolved away before my very eyes, in that short moment.
Tourists...they do catch my attention.
