One morning the garden fled. Green of grass and soft of dirt fought a losing battle, fleeing to places of fancy before the ever encroaching grey hardness of the antonym of nature, ever giving, ever retreating.
The lavender, lilacs, lilies and other flowers of the garden left, spinning a dance of an ever enclosing circle, lifting, leaping, laughing, leaning, closing in on themselves, a contracting point of vibrant colours that was gone in a whirligig of dust motes.
The trees too - oak, willow, beech - trudged away, uprooting themselves with mutters of discontent, tracking dirt that rained from their thirsting roots across the grasses and bus
A Single Moment by ShinobiSquirrelChan, literature
Literature
A Single Moment
Daylight.
Getting lost in the crowd on a busy street, waiting for the light to turn green so you can rush on harder and faster. You think to yourself, or rather, you don't, but subconsciously your heart is pumping words into your mind. "This is happiness."
So much can happen in so little time.
When the last thing supporting the rickety bridge of your sanity collapses, where does everything on it go?
Sunset.
Golden and crimson hues dash across the horizon, mingling with the bright whites and scarlets of the cars who streak down the road, off to some destination which is completely irrelevant to everyone, that being you as well.
Nightlife