From where I stand I see life. I see couples in love, and wishing, wanting singles. I see parents and their children, sometimes angels, sometimes brats. I see the poor student dressed as a hot dog trying to attract the passing girls, but he is soon forgotten as a group of teen boys steal their eyes, attention, and hearts. The boys pass, the girls return to hurried chatter and pass an old man taking his daily walk with his dog. I watch others' lives through a pair of eyes that belong to a man who calls the sidewalk his home.