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On September 14th around 7:10pm
The dim light is shining through the blocks of hollow spaces between the front porch of the lined up houses. It is slowly outlining the architecture with its glowing yellow light. Soft breeze blows from tree to tree allowing leaves to dance in the air. Looking at the houses to trees and the trees to houses, everything that is in my visual frame seems peaceful and reminiscent. Lost in the flow of time, I travel back and forth from the past to the present trying to recognize these mixed feelings. But, I opened my eyes without any clues in front of the houses with the background of fading sunset.
When I was in a car with them, we gazed outside through the confined frame of a Tesla. The sun was shining with just the perfect amount of warmth, and the wind was blowing gently, allowing us to relish the breeze. As they observed the leaves swaying in the breeze, they remarked that they appeared to be dancing with the wind. They expressed their delight at witnessing them savoring the weather along with us. Following our conversation, whenever I spot leaves rustling in the breeze, I envision them performing their dance upon their natural stage.