Saturday night, sitting down crossed leg, music playing in the back, and you just stare at the stranger looking back at you reflecting every movement of your own. You close your eyes, picturing yourself in another world of all your dreams and hopes coming true. Wishing you were siting in that park bench in Manhattan with specks of white specks floating and melting on your face as you stare off at the people and twinkling lights of the lively city. Cars honking from left and right. And at that moment you realize that anything could happen and that you are all right.