Sunset disgruntlement, unable to find the right bus-stop. (All my stops where I once switched since closed, or so they said.) Wandered around downtown for over an hour, block to block, following instructions from outdated signs. Turned out that where I initially got off was where I should have been to begin with.
An accidental sunset: The buzz of the bars -- their names, the kids' names, all changed -- the same stonework and still, for a second, as sweet and hope-filled, like me with someone to meet.