The White Rabbit As I sit outside the White Rabbit and scan the crowd of onlookers gathering along a wall adorned with a painting of Iggy Pop, my eyes fixate on a loner standing against a wall . He is a young man with dark, shaggy hair that falls slightly into his eyes and is wearing black skinny jeans, a royal blue T-shirt, and black Converse sneakers. Every five to ten minutes he shakes his head slightly so that his hair falls on the left side of his face. With his hands stuffed in the front pockets of his jeans, he is leaning against the wall as he stares at the ground. When he looks around, he makes no eye contact with any of his concert mates around him. He holds this position for more than an hour until the gate opens and he enters the room. It is at this moment that the uncomfortable and nervous expression on his face transforms into a happy and excited look. That's when I see a smile radiate from ear to ear. At the end of the row is a couple talking. My first reaction to this couple was one of wonder as the girl seemed too young for the boy, but then I realized that this wasn't a romantic couple... it was a father taking his teenage daughter to a concert. The father, with his gray receding hairline and beard, appears to be in his 50s. He's wearing blue jeans and a mechanic's work shirt. His hands, stained with grease and oil from his day's work, move in the air as he appears to tell his daughter to stay in line while he walks to the front to peek into the White Rabbit. As he looks through the closed gate, his hands remain on his hips as he assesses the location. A worried look crosses his face. Perhaps this is the first time he has been allowed... middle of paper... pink and lavender create an airy and carefree atmosphere. As I turn to leave the store, I notice a playful song playing overhead as it tells listeners to "clap if you know what happiness is to you" and I can't help but smile. As I walk back towards the exit, the aroma of apple, vanilla, cinnamon and pumpkin stops me dead in my tracks. A touch of pine and sandalwood seem to accentuate the air and is reminiscent of autumn while a warm and comforting embrace envelops me. I find myself longing for the cool November days and the crackle of the fireplace as I walk aimlessly through the rest of the mall. CHECK: As I visited the bathroom and body shop, strangely there wasn't much background noise except the music playing above me. I wonder if I should have embellished my observations a bit since my time in the shop didn't produce many sounds.