Looking Over a School Playground at Dusk

I was taking a break from cleaning and decided it was a moment worth describing.

A distant, whispering river of cars.

Only the sound of the torrent of cutting air just barely reaches me.

Closer is the loud, gentle push of a cool breeze in my ears.

Between the two streams a chain sounds off against a tetherball pole.

Cling.

Cling.

Cling.

Keeping a tempo all its own.

Somewhere infinitely far away,

Children are laughing and playing, and I am among them.

But here in this present, twilight hour, there are only these sounds.

Lifeless vibrations of a distant origin.

Author's Note

First submission, not sure what people typically put here.

Reviews

[marcus]

I thought this was very good!
I found it melancholy and sad.