The sky is clear.
The light is dull, blinking and fading.
The shadows start to dance.
The road is messy with tires and feet.
The dog sees more people to go at.
The crow continues to exist.
Businesses see more evening opportunities.
The old man finds it hard to see.
The young laugh among themselves.
The young couple are happy to be with each.
The poor beggar just wants the day to end.
And I just walk and sip my coffee.
My evening walk feels uneventful, yet everything happens around.