Spring

A street performer comes out to the streets on a casual afternoon.  The smell of wet pavement is all around and only a few people seem to have found their way out into the last moments of an otherwise gloomy spring day.  Who would perform on such a day?  Only god knows, but the performer seems to take in the stage he calls home, and begins to flow through the motions of a performance he knows oh so well.  After a moment people begin to stop as they pass, after an hour only a trace of once was wet ground remain, and in it's place stand a New York city crowd fit for Lincoln Center.  The performance is done, and the performer takes a bow.  Coins fly, hats are tossed, and everybody walks home happy.  

Just a thought