Its just the magic of a moment. The summer heat bewitched my thoughts, dragging me down the mango sherbert sidewalk, colored in the setting sun. I took off my sandals and stepped accross the pavement, trying not to burn my feet on the scalding ground, whose heat was quickly dying with the sun. The wind rustled my hair fondly so it flew in front of my eyes, getting caught in the sticky sucker in my mouth.
I skipped down the road, and a giant evergreen towered over me, showering me in shadow. I brushed my hair aside, bent over, and picked up an unwanted, discarded pine cone. It was left on the sidewalk, deposited there from an easier life, a different era in time. I looked up at the emerald tree standing guard above me, and saw a squirrel scampering up the tree. If only it could reach the top of the tree, it could touch the heavens. The tip of the tree pointed to a mindless cloud, following a ore determined path through the ocean of sky. It looked almost worried as it wafted through the fiery air.
I turned my head to look at a garbage truck roaring to life down the street bend, sounding inhuman and grotesque. I turned my head back to the lonely clouds, making their way through the pale sky, undisturbed by the round shaking noise. They didn't care about such trivial things such as garbage trucks. They were simply content with their place in the sky, drifing with a certain clarity of their fate.
