A man uses his hands to tell a story.
A tall man in a suit walks by.
And on this side of the glass, with Mumford strolling through the air, the glare from the sun reflecting off of the cars parked in the street is just...
enough to obscure the details of the faces across the room.
And the coffee is good, as always.
A red bandeau and blue flannel.
A.K.A. People watching.
— The End —