The dawn was fast approaching. The yellow leaf bade goodbye to its branch and took the plunge. The grass welcomed it with open arms. It's going to be a cold night remarked the wise snail. Hurry shouted the scurrying red ant to his friend. The lonely owl hooted its heart out. Thud came the page closing down on all of them. The book was returned to the bedstead accompanied by a loud yawn.
Looks like the fog just spared my window to the street. The street lights looked liking smokers in an alley. The cobble stones were wet from the drizzle. The street dogs were busy barking at something. A breeze just unsettled the garbage can's lid. My world hasn't changed much. Everyday I look for some sign of change. Nothing seems to change. I have grown bald. My eyesight has dimmed. My kids have grown. The window pane has gathered dust and dirt. The spiders have evolved. Some old buildings have given way to new ones. The neon signs have gone. Still nothing seem to have changed. Change they say has to come from within. But then, what can come out of an empty narrow dead end?
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