7:20 PM

The streets are silent in the summertime.

Students have gone home only to sleep until noon.

People pause as the breeze blows by.

A porch’s wind-chimes become the tune of the afternoon.

The only things you can hear are the cars passing by

And your own footsteps.

You look up into the sky and see day transforming into dusk.

Clouds pass by.

Lights turn yellow.

And then,

The sun sets.