Greater Dreams (Pt. 1)
The school day was over, and dozens of children flooded out of the gates and into the park. The sun was emerging from a veil of exhausted clouds. The glistening ground embraced the sun rays.
A boy and a girl trudged to the edge of a marshy area and into a portion of foliage that remained, for the most part, untrodden. They darted through the greenery and into a little clearing. The mottled ground, part shadow and part sunlight, gave a serene, almost angelic aura to the opening. The duo threw themselves against a slightly crumpled object from under the ferns down a pile of dirt, on which it slid effortfully. It came to a stop at the clearing. It was about the size of an acceptable piece of playground equipment, looking like anything but. The pair quickly got to work cleaning and fixing like they’ve done the past few months, knowing that their handiwork wouldn’t be appreciated in any other moment than here and now. The paint would come off with the friction of escaping the atmosphere. Some time later, the children stepped back and feasted their eyes on their part creation, part discovery.
The serenade of the late afternoon was broken abruptly by the rustling of an eager toddler running after a ball that weaved its way between the trees. Fearing discovery, the object was pushed back into the ferns. Amidst the nodding and swaying leaves it prowled like an intent predator. The children parted ways and agreed to return under the cover of dusk.