The world , as I see it , from the window of my apartment

Girl wearing blue skinnies, well fitting black jacket, high black boots, carrying a white umbrella. Walking in a hurry.
A long green truck, with 'Pizza Nova' written on it in bright red.
Dusko, the property manager, wearing a boring blue sweater, biege pants, brown leather shoes. Stands in conversation with a middle aged (slightly graying) man, wearing a black rain winter jacket with a red trim and white lining that peeks through the hood of the jacket. Dusko moves his hands a lot while talking. The man nodds a lot. Every now and then Dusko reaches into his pockets , yet pulls out nothing. Just lets his pocket warm his hand. The right hand. Does the left not need warmth, I muse.
Now a big white truck moves in . On the front of it, it says "Who cares when you are moving? We do" . Somewhere, a copywriter needs to be fired! Home Delivery by Avenue Moving. Someone is moving in.
Now Dusko is joined by his assistant. A very well dressed assistant. Chic. She's tall, has a well worked out body, dark black short hair tucked behind the ears ( a very no nonsense sort of haircut), fair skin. Today, she wears a burgundy tight fitting croppped jacket with a black pencil knee length skirt. Black opaque stockings and high heeled black boots. Black scarf wrapped around her neck. She obviouly dresses at leisure in the morning. Takes her time.
Something distracts me...Oooh, shocking purple. I see a shocking purple sweatshirt. It's too shocking and it's too purple. I do not even notice the person wearing it.
And now that my coffee is done, adieu, world from my window. Till the next time.