Walking down the street with my hands in my pockets I continued down the road with my head down. Noticing a line of worker ants making their way from one side of the sidewalk disappear into the grass I stepped over them. I wondered what it would be like to be one of them. Knowing what my purpose of existence was and only living for the sole purpose of the hill.
Looking up from my feet I found myself standing across the neighbourhood park. It was as good of a destination as any I suppose. Trudging into the playground passing two large metal studs in the ground I turned to the swings. Sitting in one I gazed up at the slowly changing sky.
The clear blue was no longer there and was instead replaced by a fiery red and orange. A few stray clouds spread across the canvas like thinly stretched cotton candy. Pink hue and violet hid behind the bombastic red highlighting its magnificence. Even the birds in the sky could not help but veil in its glory.
