In the shimmer of noon, when shadows curl slyly under the gaze of the sun, the hum of the city softens. Time, diluted in halos of shimmering heat, glances kindly upon the wanderers cloaked in midday gold.
Whispers mingle with engine grunts; fleeting conversations folded like origami cranes, left to fly on currents of chance. A woman leans against an oak, its roots cradling ancient tales, her notebook a bleached mirror reflecting silent thought.
Fragmented ThoughtsStandby for nature's radio: the static of cicadas layered over the bray of suburban life. Often mesmerizing, sometimes maddening, these harmonies mold the afternoon, etching eulogies into burning asphalt.
Far beyond reach, the mermaid song beckons— smiles crest on salt-speckled lips. A bicycle's rusty bell tolls, shepherding memories down untrodden paths.
Sunlit Dirges