The leaves are the most beautiful shade of green because it is the peak of spring, so everything is at its finest. The lush carpet of grass, living and breathing, draping this mountain hill, wrapping the giant beneath its warmth. And the colorful flower beds at the bottom of the small hill, as if the green expanse had found its perfect pink companion up front. The red-pink, melded petals swaying in the gusts. The wind flowing all over the hill with its strongest jest, as if it could carry a whole human being, along with all of his happiness, and take him somewhere far. The blissful wind rushing through the hair, then rising and merging with the blue sky where the sun is just about to set. The rooting yellow of the sun bleeding and spreading across the horizon. What a beautiful sight to behold from the top of this hill, a moment to be cherished, held close, and kept.
He stands under the lush green canopy with his bag near his feet.
What a mesmerizing misery it is to become homeless at this point in life.
