Pillow Book: "Same people"

It is absolutely lovely to sit outside a small cafe, in a square, sipping a rich warm coffee in the late autumn when the wind has blown all of the leaves to the ground. Watching the people passing hurridly in the cold when suddenly the sun bursts out behind a cloud and for just a fraction of a second all people have the same thought in their head: "Oh, how nice, the sun came out!".
For just that small fraction of time we all share something equally, no matter how distant we are to each other in real life.