The pond ripples and the marsh reeds drift in the breeze. This from the same wind that pushes the clouds far above. To the west, the sun sinks dying, burning, igniting the sky with orange and tinting the heavens with deep purple.
Unconcerned with it all, the swans wander the surface of the pond aimlessly, white, and stark against the gathering shadow of night.
Monstrous supercells lurk across the expanse above, waiting for a time for unleashing and storm. Gales whip between the buildings, rushing across the grass, bending green to their will, catching an end of scarf or tail of coat, and tossing them high.
Unconcerned with it all, the swans wander the surface of the pond aimlessly, white, and stark against the gathering shadow of night.
A dog barks dangerously into the encroaching dark, and cars, as armored ants scurry the neglected streets, in fain straining sickly yellow light into the night. From shrouded lounges, students stare into the ending day, searching for a meaning in life.
Unconcerned with it all, the swans wander the surface of the pond aimlessly, white, and stark against the gathering shadow of night.
The buildings across the pond are peeling, and worn. They are tired and weary of the world, and yet they stand. Fading graffiti decorates their walls, painting sad faces beneath broken panes. A bit of dust wails, whipped into zephyr-hood, and scatters into the prevailing winds to settle back to the beaten path.
Unconcerned with it all, the swans wander the surface of the pond aimlessly, white, and stark against the gathering shadow of night.
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