People Watching

They were looking down at the people with astonishment.

"Look at that man. Look how he waves his hands funnily".

"Look at that little girl. All alone without her family around. How can she cope with the hardships of the world without having the entire flock around her?"

"Can you see that women, down there?"

"The one on the right, next to the crossroad?"

"No. The other one. The tall one with the yellow hair and red nails".

"Yes. What about her?".

"Everyday she stands here at the same time of day with the white smoking stick coming out of her mouth. She looks so sad when she comes out and light her white stick".

They were keeping on the chatter for a while. Standing on one of the rooftops of the city, having a daily break from their tedious routine, getting from one place to the other, looking for food and sunshine. People watching was their way of getting a perspective on their life. Looking at their different routines and at their peculiar gestures and then flying to the next resting place with a fresh outlook.