An infant boy in red-footed-pajamas races down the moving sidewalk. His curly locks bounce as he bounds. Bystanders cringe as he nears the end, his father breaking into a sprint to swoop him up or console him quickly, depending on the outcome. But the boy prances upright off the sidewalk and rushes on past the newsstand, sliding on the slip-proof bottoms of his pajama’d feet. He moves happily along on the slick stone floor–the moving sidewalk a race, and this the ice skating portion of his wait for the family flight.

He skates past a man in a black bowler hat playing a cello. The boy’s laugh lulls people more effectively than the centuries-old serenade. The man with the cello keeps his head down, tries closing his eyes to play, but the roaming boy, the growing laughter keeps him peeking from under his brim at the case full of change…