Carytown, Virginia

The sun searches for the best in all. Facades are broken, mamed. The breeze tickles my cheek. half warm, other life in shade. Such a duplicitous nature. Leaves scamper from right to left. The hum of children and squeaking of wheels ride the wind. Pollen powders the faces of passerbys. Heel-toe, heel-toe, heel-toe, the soft noise of a jaunt. One leg drags. There is rarely any talking, no words spoken. The day is making enough noise. There is almost a sound of staring. Eyes can be felt from afar. Dog chains rattle like bells of fairies. Sleeping dust is carried in the wind. Flowing shaws give the wind shape. Scarfs dance, hair rustles, blossoms clump on the water, floating from point break to point break. Chirping birds. circling pigeons buzz past in one enormous ballet. Teal water sparkles with petals while bicycle spokes chatter over cobblestone.