The clock ticks away the minutes. Minutes we will never have again. Perhaps, minutes we didn't want to experience or notice. But the opportunity is now gone, past, extinct. We drift past one another in a hazy silence. A clouded aura shields us from prying eyes. We all seek to be known and yet, do all we can to protect ourselves from being scene....which blurs us one into another, individuals made just pairs of downcast eyes in a sea of people...a school, swimming to keep heads just far enough above the surface to breathe, and just low enough to maintain anonymity. Alive bleating hearts...we're as humble as sheep, wearing our coats carefully to hide the wolf beneath.