Rush hours

Rush hours in Bucharest may seem to have lost their meaning. Every hour here is rush hour. People running in every direction stumble upon other people. They are caught unguarded and raise their eyes in surprise to see another one just like them disturbed from his mountain of thoughts, trying to act quickly as to get rid of the weird situation. "I'm sorry!", they smile. Sometimes they find themselves quite annoyed and frown at their ad hoc counterpart until he quits standing in their way. Sometimes they make the same moves, forming a hilarious dance until one decides it's best to step back and continue his thinking on another path.
So they leave, and when they stop rushing their thoughts go... silent.