dandelion trees
It was warm outside, but the air inside of this building was frigid. One day before, I was far away from this building, surrounded by a gentle breeze, and within a still sunlit evening. I had walked through the miniature forest that lived in my backyard. Tall dandelion trees and tall grass blades brushed against the sides of my shoes every step I took. There were clover bushes and clover flowers at the bases of the other weeds that stretched to the sky. It was so warm that it had felt like the sky was melting and blending into all the different colors of the earth and the atmosphere, melting and blending into me. So, I kept walking. Forward upon the path that I took, there were grand trees with green, fresh leaves, which had come out of hiding so recently. Everything around me was so bright. It was six in the evening, but the sun shone strongly. The farther I had traveled, the heavier the sky became. The warmth of it kept sinking down so that it c...