It's hot outside. The sky is of an immaculate
blue, any cloud has been thoroughly pushed to
the horizon. The moon is high up in the sky
while the sun is not following his highest arc
yet. She's half invisible.

Many flowers are wide open, some have already
begun withering though many more are still to
appear. Despite this, no bees are around.
Some wasps occasionally fly by.

The grass is sparse, of a pale green with some
yellow areas. The earth is dry and of a dark
brown tint, with some gray pebbles mixed in.
Weeds have mostly conquered the entire patch
of land. A dead rosebush is entwined around a
wooden pole.

The mountains are blue, some still have a
small crown of snow.

The faint humming of car engines can be heard.
A child laughs.

The sun starts to set.