You walk past a structure, and it’s just a structure. In this case, a place to duck into, to get out of the sun. Nothing all that exciting. Grey. Cement. Picnic tables underneath. You walk by again the next day. Same thing. Next day, same. A dozen more days, there it is. Yawn. Seen it. Then you walk by, same structure, same picnic tables inside, same random silhouettes of people in the shadows, only this time, there’s a birthday party in progress, and the descending sun is lighting up the balloons like they’re electrified, and the same image is no longer the same image. That’s why I go back again and again, even though I’ve seen it all a million times.