Look up- There stands a bush of green. Look right- A steep hill leading to a sea of cars and sound of car tires grating and gliding against the asphalt. Look down- uneven pavement, with the occasional tree stump escaping from the concrete. Look left- even more green, small homely houses tightly packed into rows, side by side like a pack of sardines. Instead of the monotone, boring red- brownish brick, it’s painted in yellows, light blues, and even dark hues- like dark navies and soft greys. The sound of my converse slowly hit and the pavement and I’m submerged in a new world. The air is a smell of fresh greenery and pink colors( if a color could have a smell). The pink is not a generic sweetness, but rather a bitter, fresh smell. The breeze feathers my skin in a gentle hug.
The more I walk, the closer I come across a place of a small child’s dream. A baby blue tennis court lived in a starch white, domed in a green shelter. Almost like a fancy’s sanctuary. Spots of raspberry pink, honey yellow and deep reds. Above, the net of color lived in a rich blue sky, accompanied by white cotton candy clouds. Next to the tennis court lay swirly sides and benches laying cool shades.
As we walk farther, the closer we get to the business. With each step,the farther I walk from the fairytale like a sanctuary and more towards a fast paced reality.
The sun’s warm welcoming hug turns more into a scorching burn. Look forward- men and woman walking busily heading towards an unknown path to me. I imagine they are the tired business people in the world that are unable to find a separation and personal life. They merge into one and start to consume their life. It’s almost like I see the hair upon their scalp turning silver. Their tailored suits provide a hug of comfort while they make decisions that can determine the number on their paycheck.
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