A lone paper bag is blown erratically around, executing graceful pirouettes over the rooftops.
Big eyes follow the path of the bag, nose squashed against the clear glass. A name is called, and the little feet skip away, squeaky on the polished floor. The bag dances across the rooftops, unapplauded.
La Marina, food court at citicenter. Big Windows. View point.
Short and sweet, I must say! :)
ReplyDeletehmmmm.....
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ReplyDeletecorrect me if i'm wrong..
is'nt this the ending scene for american beauty?
this is..truly.a reflection..of nature's beauty in everything.
view point indeed! and a beautiful one at that. i like the imagery, i like the angles, and i love the post! interesting capture and prettyful description of an inconspicuous scene. i must applaud.
ReplyDeleteAwesome visualization!
ReplyDelete*Bows*
There's a mosquito lying on the floor.. dead and motionless.. still like my sleeping roommates.. moments ago it was flying around in the quiet air surrounding me, before an irritated blow made it rest in peace at an angle of 77 degrees from my bed.. Death is, unavoidable.
ReplyDeleteAh! I'm inspired. :P
wow.
ReplyDeleteI was just catching up on your older posts, and this one is particularly good.
=)
these words effortlessly painted the picture as u saw it in my mind. though u havnt mentioned it, i took the liberty to imagine the time was about to rain, it just somehw adds to the beauty of the picture.
ReplyDeletePS.YOU ARE AN AMAZING WRITER.