Hannah Smith

Preamble

A man started to wander his neighborhood at dusk. It was a dusk that stops people out running errands, leaving work, living otherwise unremarkably, just for a second with its comfortable temperatures and striking but unpretentious colors. It was the kind of dusk that momentarily evokes intrinsic memories of contentedness. The man breathed in the scents suspended in the humidity as he walked frantically but without purpose. He strayed from his neighborhood. His mind raced, but he thought of very little. He enjoyed no moment of pause or peace in the gift of a lovely evening.