Traveling in crowded downtown, I sat in the
back seat. I was in a world within myself, absorbed into
the melancholy of life, head rested upon a clutched hand.
My face reflected that upon the window of which is looked
carelessly out of.
	We had slowed down, and I knew it was for the red
light, even though I didn’t bother to look. Instead, I
looked at a fire truck that has pulled up. Shiny and
polished, it reflected the muted sun quite nicely. There
were even several firefighters in bright yellow uniforms
and helmets decorating it. 
	While observing the truck, I noticed a movement out
of the corner of my eye. Unlike my usual attempts to
ignore and not focus on any human whatsoever, my eyes cam
in contact with a firefighter smiling and waving
frantically at me. Apparently, in attempt to cheer me up.
He must have noticed how sad I looked. I was quite
surprised and shocked. As I thought about it, I figured I
should return the gesture, and began to smile.
	However, much to late. The red light was now green, 
and we drove away. I turned back to look at him, but all was 
lost in crowded downtown.