Vision: Old Man

I saw a street, possibly a street in Toronto. There were stylized skyscrapers on both sides of the street. It looked like a cartoon. There were no people or any sound. It was very tranquil. The sky was clear blue, with almost no clouds.

When I observed the street for the next time I noticed an old man, at least his walking style was of an old man. He was walking towards me down the street leaning his arm on the sidewalk. His steps were unsteady. He looked smutty from head to toe.

I descended down to him. We sat on the stairs in shade and talked. His eyes were wise. He resembled Bruce Lee. It is a pity because I cannot recall a word from our conversation.