I like walking along Club Street during late afternoons, for a cup of coffee, peep through the glass windows of that quaint little shop with pretty flowers….mmm I love flowers….I like the laid back feeling of that place…

I remember one evening, I stopped the car, ran down the road in excitement and shock all at the same time, to capture this.

I wonder who did it…
Was it a car who had a drink too many?
Was it a frustrated kid?
Was it a challenge of the fittest in the wee hours of the night?
Or maybe, Mr ClubStreet was kinda tired and needed some rest…

Your thoughts?