Renegadetourist

Park outside my house 11:35 pm

In Place description, Poetic prose, Writing on 2010/06/03 at 22:27

The grass is just a shady green and the trees are almost black, forming silhouettes against the night sky. A sky that, despite that it is almost midnight, is light blue. There is something fairy taleish about that sky because that blue colour is one that only appears on endless summer nights like this one. All around are darkened houses with a few yellow rectangles cutting holes in the dark facade. In the middle of the park, just visible through some low branches is the bright globe of a street light that illuminates a small playground. A sandbox with a red slide basks in a warm yellowish glow and further off a colourful set of swings. In this world of faded greys and darkness, these are the only things with real color.  All the children who make this place so lively in the day time are bound to be asleep now and I can but stop and wonder why this of all things would be illuminated.

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  1. I really like the ending of this one.
    Like I said, keep it up 🙂

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