The green and white patches of light; And the seed puffs everywhere floating down to the ground, filling the air, slowly covering the ground; floating, hovering, everywhere the eye can see. Birds and ants everywhere.
The path slowly ends and there’s the wooden bench awaiting me.
It’s hot , it’s humid. I cough a little probably from the pollen- Another bench, in another part of the dunes, and lots of mosquitoes. So I go to a third bench down by the river; and there’s lots of boats out today.
A wizard walked down the path. He was wearing a long robe out of some shiny cloth. White birds were flying in the distant background. He had a bag over his shoulder.
Hello, he said and then, a group of boys came by and in that instant he vanished; They went by, and kept going. Soon, he reappeared. He could have quickly emerged from behind something, I wasn’t sure.
