As the day dwindles, I gaze upon the blooming dandelion filled sky. Clouds filling the horizon as the dandelions darken into the haze of autumn leaves.

As my thoughts drift deeper into the meddling of my daily affairs, I don’t even notice as the leaves of the fall season slowly drift into a melancholy melon before drifting to a sultry grapey wine. And as my thoughts drift back to the present moment, dusk has drifted in. And it is night. The da is done. Fin.