Scene on the Street

It's started to drizzle and the wind is blowing. Howling really, in spurts. Everyone is hurrying to his/her destination with or without an umbrella or a newspaper as impromptu rain shade. Except one man who spots a pink plastic car on the ground. He picks it up and cradles it carefully -- tapping lightly on the roof. He looks down at it as though it was just the gift from the universe today, good as gold.