Sitting at park street, watching all the people walking by and wondering where they’re headed and what’s on their mind, and you feel alone, but not in a bad way. It’s freezing out but you can feel the warmth of your coffee through your gloves and your breath is warming up the scarf around your neck, and when you focus on those things, it’s not really that cold. You can feel the train go by underneath your feet and you’re not worried about when you have to leave or where you have to go, you’re just happy you’re not on anyone’s schedule but your own. The air smells like the cold should smell, and there are little hints of cigarette smoke and the sausage cart not too far from you. The sun’s not out, but it’s not quite dark yet, just a comforting shade of gray. You forget how long you’ve been sitting there, and how long it’s been since you last took a sip of coffee, but it’s okay because you’re not worried about anything right now, and everything, for that brief moment where you’re sitting, everything seems okay.
2 Vanity of vanities, says the Preacher, vanity of vanities! All is vanity.
3 What does man gain by all the toil at which he toils under the sun?
4 A generation goes, and a generation comes, but the earth remains forever.
5 The sun rises, and the sun goes down, and hastens to the place where it rises.
6 The wind blows to the south and goes around to the north; around and around goes the wind, and on its circuits the wind returns.
7 All streams run to the sea, but the sea is not full; to the place where the streams flow, there they flow again.
8 All things are full of weariness; a man cannot utter it; the eye is not satisfied with seeing, nor the ear filled with hearing.
9 What has been is what will be, and what has been done is what will be done, and there is nothing new under the sun.