Muse
Muse skipped down the street, happily and blissfully ignorant of her surroundings. Traffic, had she bothered to pay much attention, was moving at a brisk clip, cars, trucks and buses moving through the streets, seemingly ignorant of the light drizzle of rain that was gradually turning the grey sidewalks and streets a glossy black. Though vehicles were in abundance, people were sparse. Those that walked on the sidewalks huddled beneath their umbrellas or scurrying from cover to cover to avoid...