Urban Architecture: View from a Courtyard

It's a slightly warm day. The clouds in the sky seem to indicate incoming rain, probably an hour out. There are people sitting on white chairs trying to take in what's left of the sun.

Sun has been hard to come by this summer, so much so that when there is sun out you almost feel compelled to get outside, away from all the pressures of work and life.

When you take a moment to sit in the sun all feels right in the world. Maybe it’s the warmth on the skin, the potential of the people that walk by, or just the fresh air in simply perfect weather. It's the little things in life.

There is a woman chatting on the phone in Spanish. There is a man—likely a tourist—taking pictures on his phone. People walk by the square heading to their destinations at a leisurely pace. There are the sounds of men at work, pushing packages and trash bins and picking up litter. There is a group of women sitting, talking as they do about the men in their lives. There is a man walking by aggressively untucking his blue shirt, happy to be done with the workday.

It is so boring the cars slow down. The birds refuse to fly and even the children, who always want to play, want to take a seat. The bikers come and go, even if they have to look around, hoping for something to come their way.

There is a man in a blue shirt smoking a cigar down to its last puffs. He is sprawled out aimlessly waiting for the rain so he can return home and move on to tomorrow. The man sitting next to him is on a laptop clickety-clacking away, trying to make something of himself and his potential.

The people keep walking by, and the sun keeps hiding behind the clouds. People keep walking by in all directions, the Spanish-speaking woman keeps talking on the phone and the man on the computer keeps clickety-clacking.

Clickety clack, clicky click, clickety clack.