On my way to a second hand bookshop, I didn’t intend to meet them. At the end of the street, the end of the march was walking.
A bit like listening to ‘Imagine’ (J. Lennon), except for it being the future actually going for it today.
The ‘kids’ were going to class after, at least those seen on a tram after, loudly discussing about ‘class affairs’ and the school being open at noon time. In the middle of winter, time for them to get warm after their changing-the-world moment. Their warm up.