Someone else's happiness

I snared these women in a moment of happiness. It was not mine, but I took it as a souvenir. You don't see other people really showing much emotion in the skyways and on the promenades, not at lunch time, not here. So when you do, memorize it. But don't use it as a measure of other demeanors you will see, or you will reach the false conclusion that skyway people are not, on the whole, a happy lot. Their happiness is disguised as purpose. They are threads in a tapestry that depicts happiness, but you must step back and squint to see the larger picture made up of thousands of little pixel-people moving through the skyways.