Going to the Park

Boredom is a weird thing. No one's really sure how it makes its way to exciting cities and first dates, but it is always a realization waiting to happen.

It crept up on a group of children in New York City. They were scared of it as though it was a monster in their closet. So they decided to let their parents know they were going to the park.

It was a humid day. They were shocked to be left alone in a large city as they walked the block to Central Park.

Once they got their they toyed with the idea of going far in. They ended up, as they had known they would, sticking near the edge where city streets were the refuge of safety. The irony.

They took some pictures of some buildings around them, in particular a large skinny one with huge glass windows on each floor. Then they started to play with a small football.

They threw it up and watched it fall, wishing gravity took a little longer to bend the sphere, wickindly, into its rainbow.

The day ended and they had to go back with the city lights surrounding them. They were sad, for they didn't realize that some of their best days were ahead of them.