Thursday, May 14, 2009
Dark. The sky was clear. Breathing in you were likely to burst your lungs out of fear that some of that perfect air would get away. The street lights flickered, dancing to an unheard beat; the patches of land beneath them seemingly being created before your eyes only to be swallowed up again by the darkness. The distant rumbling of thunder was all that broke up the rhythmic chirping of the poor crickets, who seemed to have such a hard time sleeping this time of year. Car. The only one to be seen. The driver carried a faint smile with him, a forget-me-not given to him from this perfect night. Engine off. A cloud across the moon, and as if on queue, the world slept.