it's sometimes nice

it's sometimes nice to be caught up in little details.
like stopping in the middle of a busy street of the metropolitan walkway,
to look up at the sky - all movement paused.
And just amidst that moment of overwhelming cacophony,
you can feel and yourself smile with all senses piqued
in a way which can only be understood,
by a blind old man
crying to the setting of the sun.