Now I sit on top of the foundation dangling my feet in its future space. Opposite to me there is the sun just above the brick layers of clouds. Tall sun-burnt grass is waving to the wind.
Now the sun is up sprinkling his shine on my shirt. He is now blinding my eyeglasses like fog and soon he will be all over the place.
Two youths are sitting on the boulder a little distance away . They seem to be discussing salaries. An aluminium foil from somebody’s eating is rustling like a silver leaf in nearby breeze. Broken bottles lie in the grass as relics of drunken nights.