The air fragmented and still
The wind playing games in the trees of another town
The clouds lying in vast repose...taunting the trees/sidewalks/houses/fields below
The rain (still young enough to be timid); touching the leaves of the blackberry bush with tender curiosity
The horizon adorned with pearly greys, pinks and blues
The sun setting and taking all the finery of day to his palace on the other side
The child watching from a bedroom window...stands like a conductor, waiting for the music to begin.
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