Grasshopper

The green faced man stared impassively back at me. Sitting Buddha like on the deck chair, glass of water in hand. Its dusk in the city.

I sit in the backyard watching the boy gently paint the face of the man. Crickets murmur softly and birds interrupt the silence with homecoming squawks and screeches.

My mind wanders back in time prompted by the soundtrack playing. If only I could re-create this moment forever, interspersed with images of the Raven girl dressed as a martini.