Keen

I am alert, keyed up, observant. I am aware of what's going on around me, what's happening in my immediate world. Well, at least outside my window. It's raining, for one. There's a man walking outside without an umbrella. He's cursing. There's a woman on a bike who has been cut off by a cab. She's shouting at the cabbie. There's a chain of small children marching down the sidewalk led and followed by adults. The children are all holding hands. They are all shouting. They look happy. I hear them. They're all repeating what the cursing man and woman are saying. Shit! Shit! Fuck you! Damnit! Shit! Fuck you!