starting out in fragments

On the ground between the sidewalks and driveways, kelly green spears grow upwards, thin and delicate. There are less people around, but just as much, if not more life; a potent humidity of energy replaces breathing lungs. Small, velvety wings in bright patterns flap silently between flowers dripping wet in fresh paint. Squirrels, soft brown boas punctuating their miniature frames, chase each other up and around trees. Birds fly from branch to branch... (jumping) Were we going back in time instead of forward? My mind, foggy in a progressive state, is digging in the past for something I do not understand.... (jumping) From a promising winter wonderland we enter some barren neighborhood being buried alive in dead leaves. That distinct golden cast, the one that keeps the bite of winter in an irrelevant future, fights for the beauty only seen in autumn.