The sun tints the sidewalk a dark grey
The water splashing from the hose leaves an earthy smell in contact
I stand to inhale the wet hot earth
My palms are sweaty as the sidewalk and I feel one with it
I bend down to sit on the sidewalk with my palms pressed down

I sit cross-legged with my bare legs grazing against the hot cement
The four O clock sun props up a shadow right above my head and it is no longer sunny where I am

I stand up dust my skirt and walk home