Today, as I Walked Home.

Today, as I walked home.

I realized lots of things. And saw lots of things. Like the two middle school kids huddling on the corner. The guy holding the girl's hand and whispering sweet nothings in her ear.I realized they really were sweet nothing's because in a few weeks or months they will mean nothing to either of them at all. That's mean. I shouldn't say that. Then as I crossed the street, the four guys that passed me in their beat up Honda and slowed down and stared, as if they'd never seen a girl before. I wanted to laugh at them. The sand piling up in one corner of the tagged up wall because of the wind. Like a dog had dug a hole out and left the pile there. I realized that a minute is a lot shorter or longer than it seems, depending on stuff. I realized that the wind makes ashes from the fires fall like little tiny snowflakes, I grabbed some and they were white. They were like tiny, soft pieces of chalk.I drew on my hands with them. The ground I was walking on was covered with little nuts from the shaken trees. And they crunched under the weight of my converse. The concrete turned into an eternal brown stream, going on endlessly, crunching. Crunch, crunch, crunch. And then my dad pulled up beside me and the river dried out and the smell of smoke was gone.