Sunlight wandering, trees create flecks of warmth and cool upon skin and hot asphalt seeps into bones. Ten cent lollies in a bag, melting and sticking. Swings and bark scratching feet. Running and laughing and lying and dying. Tea and chairs and flowers. Bare legs and dancing moths and long, long days that, ironically, are fleeting. Smoke is lingering about your face and your teeth are rotting from sugar.