As the days grew long the sun rose higher yet still the end was far from sight.
People were nowhere to be found.
Confusing as it seems, what could have been a joyous day, was far worse.
To the human eye, it seemed bleak and lifeless but for the sweet reminder of a birds song.
I grew restless, longing for some common day activity yet nothing.
All the streets were empty of life but for parked cars.
Swings swaying in the breeze, the rocking horse leaning from side to side, the rusting paint peeling off the lonely gate.
Children’s laughter but a haunting echo .
