He laughed slowly and thoughtfully as the scene welded itself in his mind. The nuances of each little detail, the keen awareness of being alone, the silence surrounding. The moment seemed to last forever but in the blink of an eye it was gone. The bustle of life caught hold again and the world kept on going like nothing had happened. But maybe nothing HAD happened and he was just dreaming. It was all gone now save for his memory of the moment. He walked along the sidewalk and wondered to himself if it could even be true. The throngs of people streaming by all around yet he couldn’t get the image out of his head. Did no one else see it? The cowboy hatted pigeon shooting a cowboy hatted dove? Was he the only eye witness or was this a dream?