Series of Descriptions: The Walk

The Walk

The frisky sunrays reclaim the colors of the nightside mist making the world to turn into a lucid firmament. Soon after the vibrant summer days, August is warm with a shrill sound of the wind whistling. The bustling road noises evanesce in the orange color of summer haze. Two female walking legs replete in the protruding blue veins appear ambling along the sidewalk; her red leather shoes are plastered in layers of the time dust. The shabby trolley cart healily trundles behind her heels. The hemline gossips with the fair wind streaming the skirt revealing her wrinkled knees.

A vivid shock of orange in the sunlit yellow is spreaded along the morning sky. The leaves are touched by summer kiss dancing pedestrians into the dreams of sublime and tranquility. Diverse tapestry shades flutter in subtle dawning breeze. An aging woman with the face looking like an overstored apple ambles the sidewalk amiably gazing up the sky with playful sun. Her milky blue eyes are solid and moist hiding underneath of a tree canopy. Her silver curls steam with the wind obscuring her faded eyebrows which she probably does not have any longer. The barely moving senior citizens pass by with the bare walking-sticks and overworn face expressions with the sights failing faster than the autumn leaves from the oaks. The woman step slowly from the shadow region letting a kiss of sunlight to appreciate her presence. The whiffs of fresh air carry her legs hitching a green trolley cart to move forward...