A decidedly perfect summer’s day in August. The kind of late summer’s day that brings Minnesotans out to revel in the celebration of summer’s end with music and laughter. Festivals abound, grills fired up a’blazing and bikes fill the street. One quiet corner, a bus rolls to a stop and roars on. I am left alone to marvel in the magestic light bouncing off an abandoned building and the stillness and warmth of the ending day. These moments are the treasured.