The wind whispered softly through the leaves around the
lake. The sun shone down through the crisp air, dancing through the grass. The
girl sat contentedly, back against brick wall, face toward the water, book in
lap. It was a perfect afternoon.
She sat there quietly happy for a time. Suddenly, her ears
pricked up to noise. A siren in the distance built slowly to a crescendo until
it was right on her back doorstep. She froze, heart pumping. Perhaps it was
paranoia, but every time she heard a siren coming in their direction, she
wondered…
It passed. She breathed again. The sun shone as before. The
wind still laughed.
She sat back and thought.
A siren seemed out of place on this idyllic day. Sirens
ought to be on rainy days, stormy days, or at least cloudy days. Days like
today ought to be reserved for dancing and laughing and reading a book under a
tree.
Ought to be.
No, this world is not as it ought to be. One person’s
perfect day could be the day another person’s world falls apart. The sun shines
on both the joyous and the horrific, and the rain falls on the comedic and the
tragic. What a confusing, upside down, crazy world she lived in.
She lifted her eyes to the clear, infinitely deep blue sky. A
bird sang. Her heart warmed to the day.
One day, she thought, all shall again be well. All shall be
well.
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