The park was alive with people. Sleepers, mostly, they went about their business and their pleasure wrapped in bubbles of their own self importance and isolation. They existed in parallel; the space was shared but not communal. They were either engrossed in their smart phones, lost in their thoughts or else wrapped in the safe cocoon of their ear buds. Many were clustered in family groups, circled around the precious festive purchases they ferried from one place to another.
Around them, the city gleamed under a blue sky. A pleasant wintry day who light refracted off the glass of tall buildings or else glittered like gemstones through the rain of a civic fountain.
None of them seemed to notice the ragged homeless who had pitched their hopeful camps, seeking a sliver of solace or even empathy in the Season when the choirs sang goodwill to men and all the earth.
Perhaps only the Awakened noticed - or maybe they too, had succumbed to the succulent lure of the jolly man in red-and-white. After all, today was a shopping day.
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