Sad Sunny Day

It's a beautiful day, the sun is out and temperatures are high. People are walking around in short sleeves and dark shades. This is what everyone's been waiting for. Orange juice, sun blocker, ice cream, picnics in the park. On the other side of the street there's a guy on a bike. He's cycling, listening to music and eating a sandwich, all at the same time.

A waitress is carefully watering the plants. She's wearing black trousers and a pink shirt, every one of her movements seems well thought through. She walks away slowly, with a smile, like the melodic tunes that fill the air. Outside, a self-confident tourist kid is looking for his own reflection in the shop window and breaks the mood. A moment later he's gone.

The costumer to my right is eating a slice of cake. It's brown, like the colour of his hair, his leather shoes. Perhaps it's a nut cake. He eats it with his hands, taking away bite by bite and leaving the little silver fork aside. It's reflecting the sun, throwing a spot of illumination on the ceiling. Poor ceiling. A sad reflection of the sun, that’s all it ever gets. Poor ceiling.