Her right temple nested comfortably on his left shoulder. He felt the light trek of her finger tracing the rigid lines of his palm. Situated just like that, they watched the world turn.
A man talking on his phone, a band of kids taunting one another, a couple heading to dinner, and an old soul wearily ambling by. The clouds mirrored the mood – light and soft, patiently making its way to the next destination.

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