Yesterday, I stopped outside a small on my way home. The was , and one white moved slowly above the shops. Inside the window, I could see a bright painting of a blue street. I put my on the cool glass for a moment, then went in. The gallery was quiet, but two people were talking about the near the door.
昨天，我在回家的路上在一间小型艺术画廊外停了下来。 太阳很低，一朵白云在商店上方缓缓移动。 透过窗户，我看到了一幅描绘蓝色街道的明亮画作。 我把手按在冰凉的玻璃上片刻，然后走了进去。 画廊里很安静，但有两个人正在门口附近谈论艺术。
On the next street, a man was washing a cup at a café. A woman held the door for him, and they both smiled. It was a small thing, but I noticed it. City life can feel busy, yet there are quiet moments between one place and the next. I walked home more slowly, looking up at the sun and the cloud. The gallery was only one room, but it gave my walk a little more color.
在隔壁街上，一个男人正在咖啡馆里洗杯子。 一个女人为他扶着门，两人都笑了。 这是一件小事，但我注意到了。 城市生活可能会让人感到忙碌，然而在一个地方和另一个地方之间总有安静的时刻。 我走回家时放慢了脚步，抬头看着太阳和云朵。 这家画廊只有一间房，但它给我的平凡散步增添了一点色彩。
