Childish Dreams on the Porch Swing
September 20, 2009 by lastgunslinger
The boy had been watching the sunset.
“I hope not to see anything more beautiful than you,” said the boy, his legs swinging back and forth as he lovingly killed time on the swing.
He listened as the wind peddled its secrets around, enticing everyone who would dare look away from the sun to get up and seek things far beyond what was ever needed. The boy inhaled deeply. His skin felt tingly and his ears listened for those sounds that always seemed to bring forth trouble. His eyes, however, remained fixed to the sun as it continued its glorious descent.
“I hope,” he started again, “that I shall never have to witness anything grander.”
He sat there swinging, not knowing that his dreams would not be fulfilled, for tomorrow would bring tomorrow’s sunset at day’s end.
The boy, however, would never give up dreaming.
