Warm Morning

The sun is warm, the flowers are blooming, and the light shines through the leaves and shines on the ground in various colors. Perhaps only the sun is warm in this world! Little Al was walking under the shade trees of the school, his old backpack slung across his right side. He was nine years old and in the third grade. His bright red scarf was blown up by the cool breeze and swayed on his chest. He raised his eyes and stared directly at the scorching sun in the sky, half-squinting, trying hard to pursue that glimmer of light. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.