The shiny faces have been dulled by time and experience. The blinking lights from the fancy buildings at a distance now hurt the eye. The rain now fills me more with exasperation than with wonder. The singing birds and the dancing children can just aggravate the passers by. The ringing phone from perhaps a concerned parent or friend is followed by annoyed sighs. The time ahead looks unending and stressful.

Long days have glasses of their own too. Only instead of rose-tinted lenses, they have scratched out, poor quality lenses that make the world look frustrating and difficult.