Visiting

Bruno's Point of View.

I took down the windows of the car and let the air whip into the car. I was driving slowly, trying to admire the little joys of life. I let the wind whoosh all over and scatter my neatly styled hair. I sighed, looking out and into the streets. They were busy. Life was buzzing all around me. I didn't reflect that kind of energy. I was tired of everything.