My shoes step onto the grass as I walk along the road.
I should have worn a different pair of pants.
I wanted to look more mature today. The green pine trees alongside me change hues, from light to dark. The black tar road to my left shows off its highlighter yellow stripes. My shirt looks like the road. It’s too dark.
I should have gone with a brighter color.
I look towards the tree tops. Orange, lime green, dark green, and brown—light brown. Maybe blue would have been better.
Ugh. I don’t know anymore.
I scratch my head and trip a bit on the loose ground. A car passes by. I tried to look good for picture day today.
I hope it came out okay.
The road curves and I walk on the edge between the tar and the dirt ground.
I wonder what the picture will look like. I glance at a huge pine tree ahead. It’s bark nearly invisible, guarded by the foliage—but the tip—it’s higher than any in the wood.
I wanted to look older.