Stroll.

As I walked past the old grocery store and reached the entrance of the bridge that separates the crowded city side and the calm country side, I looked at the quite dusky evening sky. The river bed across which the bridge is built is silky to look at but lacks even the tiniest droplet of water. It's summer. The moon, though, looked radiantly beauty, promising hope and good times to everyone who gaze at it.

The calm evening breeze flowed through me, giving me a sigh of relief. The breeze was warm, as warm as a loved one's hug and I wanted it to last longer than it actually did. I know, silly me.

As I kept walking on the walkway of the bridge, I noticed crowds of people flocking over from the country side to the city side. Few people drove towards the country. I guess everyone were told that it is the city that promises a better life. A life where they can actually earn enough to find themselves a life partner with whom they can make offsprings and send them to the best schools of the neighborhood and hope that one day their offsprings will have enough wealth to actuate the dreams that they had in the first place. Of course, not everyone's immediate intensions were these but these were definitely a part of their bigger picture. A "settled" life is apparently what the city offers to them with the almost infinite job opportunities and cash making possibilities.
Some how the well-lit malls, the vehicle filled roads, the crowded stores, the noisy clubs and bars, managed to captivate the hearts of everyone living in the city and those who aren't living in one.

I saw people aimlessly headed straight towards their destination.
They all missed the moon.