Little Things

[gerg_kaufman]

i walk down my street and it is so quiet the only thing you hear are the scrapes of my feet and the wind that whistles against the mass of trees. to me it seemed there was no one else on this earth because everywhere i looked to had been deserted in some way. cars resting on street. the lone shovel supported by the house. the toys that lay aimlessly on the half burned lawns. soon i hear a boisterous sound as a helicopter tear beautiful sky like a sharks fin through water. the mood changes from content to annoyance. as i turn around it seems that the neighbors look through their glassy windows as they seemed to be obfuscated by the noise.
its interesting to see people stumble out of their houses curiously inspecting the sound. as everyone stairs dumbfounded at the object impaling the sky, i watch the people's reactions, rather than the thing. the pedestrian eyes scurry as the helicopter deviates from the area the neighbors all slip back inside as if nothing really happened. then everything went silent again.

i step inside and let the drops pounce on my legs. the warm moisture besieges my legs as i walk further in. the stream suffocates me as i let the water run warm. i stick my dry hair slowly under the sprocket as the boiling water drenches my head and drips in patterns down my back. of course i flinch at first but after a while the burning turns numb on my skin.

its the little things. that make life so great.