my daemon is calling

By kuchingboy

The aftermath of the storm...

After days of endless storms, there was a brief moment of sunshine on Corona Heights Park this morning. Hiking up there was an adventure to another world. I liked to imagine myself on Mars seeing three aliens basking in the sun.

Sadly, on the way home I found the remains of the timeless and selfless umbrella. Often lost, forgotten, or thrown away, these creatures give us momentary shelter without asking for anything in return. When their time comes, this is how many of us leave them - out on the sidewalk with the debris of the storm.

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