Random observation: the crosswalk guy here wears a hat. I love that! Who thought to put a hat on that guy? What genius guided that designer's hand? The Japanese crosswalk guy stands straight and attentive, and then sets to motion suddenly, whisteling a traditional crossing song. His gait speaks of purpose, but his song, and that jaunty hat lend him an air of a Maycom County ambler. He walks straight to work, but he's thinking of his favorite fishing hole.

Or maybe it's just spring. Persephone! Every breath in your presence is a song about to be sung!