The day was quiet.
Early morning: quiet.
Midday rush: quiet.
Afternoon lull: well, considering it felt as though it took a week to get to the midday rush, the afternoon lull was beyond quiet.
The only people in the marketplace were the traders. Some sat literally twiddling their thumbs waiting for a customer. When the door to the hall opened all heads pivoted, looking to see who walked through. Heads pivoted three times throughout the day.
At one point, life in the market was so still, the scene looked like a realistic painting. Light streamed in through the windows around the top of the hall, casting shadows from their frames criss-crossing the floor and stall canopies with diamond-shaped sections of light and dark. Stallholders bathed in light looking majestically frozen, those in shade grimly dull.
The fruit stall, bathed in light, reflected a million tiny windows on each cherry. Each cherry depicting the slow passing of time with pinpoint accuracy. Yet, although time stood still in each of those moments, a snail raced into the scene, stealing the moment with an understated thunder.
And then, as soon as it had arrived, it was gone.
Nobody appreciated the moment. They were too busy clock-watching to pay attention to the finer details.
Soon, figuratively, the day was done. The busyness or lack there of interfering with the power of the moment.
But, that said, it’s still life.
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The Mansionic Perspective 
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