A disheveled old man sits on a train reading a discarded newspaper. He is invisible, a man with no present and no future. All around him the well dressed up and comers, the real go-getters with their leather briefcases and bags stare blankly at their electronic devices or out the window. The train comes to a stop at the last station, downtown. The crowd shuffles out of the train like cattle and make their way up the stairs to the street above. As they do, three little birds take flight into the morning’s blue sky. Only the old man notices the beauty of it all.