The leaves of the trees orient towards what's left of the sunlight, as darkness approaches this children's park. It is not Autumn and there are no orange and yellow leaves to ponder upon, but only the glow of the lamp posts' incandescent shine. To my right are little boys scrambling upon a basketball, with their little hands gripping the best of what they can have. To my left, a dark, empty street, which barely serves its purpose as cars choose not to roll on its path. In front of me, the fast lane passes quickly as all I see are traces of magma glowing lights. And the background design on this laptop speak of orange, yellow and red, matching all I've seen in this lonely night. A moment worth capturing, especially with no camera in hand. Colors as comfort and inspiration hard to comprehend. Wishing someone else was here. Right now, where I stand.
at 7:49 PM
