It’s that perfect time of day when the shadows stretch out into infinity, but the sun is still warm and golden on my back. The wind from earlier this afternoon has died down, and the palm fronds hang limp. The parents in the playground a few yards away are starting to gather up their children. One last push on the swing, one last swing through the monkeybars, one last cartwheel across the grass.
5.40 pm
Summer is coming. It’s creeping across the trees, tickling them until they bring forth their blossoms. The sidewalks from my bus stop to my house are covered in a pale carpet of small, pink petals. The rain has tucked tail and fled, leaving behind brilliantly green hills. I’ve played leapfrog between the puddles of sunlight, chasing them down until the very last one disappeared into a leafy shade, making it too chilly to stay outside any longer.
5.46 pm
This amused me, endlessly. The text is taken from one of Mr. Neil's early Sandman comics. I hope you shall enjoy it as well.
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