An absent-minded person

An absent-minded person
It was a sunny April morning, the people in the city had already begun their Monday routine. All of them ressembled machines that were programmed to do different things,that is probably why they seemed to live only in their thight universe not seeing beyond it, not noticing the beauty of the nature, hearing neither the beautiful songs that the birds sang nor the terrible noise made by the traffic.
On one of the many streets of the great city, a man holding a b ......