
in
temple bar yesterday. it was a cold and rainy day. people walked past in a hurry. everyone looked miserable. he's been playing his accordion in the same spot for many years. he wishes he was on a small greek island. he could play in his old friend's tavern. people would sing and dance. he would be known across the island as a great accordionist. his music would make people happy. he would be happy. everyone would know his name. his fingers would never get cold...

when i turned around, i saw this woman across the street. she is the accordionist's wife. they got married in his old friend's tavern a long time ago. she, too, wishes she was back on the sunny island. she could work at her brother's restaurant. most customers would want to eat outside in the sun. some would prefer the shade, especially at lunch time. she would laugh and joke with the customers. everyone would be smiling. she would be happy. everyone would know her name. she would never be cold...