The Street Office the Wind Blew Through

Where should I begin? Every story needs a starting point.

I wanted to choose something joyful. I thought it over, but childhood was the only thing that came to mind. Why? Perhaps because they were all there, and would always be there. Or perhaps, as children, we were too young to understand sorrow!

If I could start over, I’d return to this day back then, to the warm, clear sky and the street beside the local government office, where the wind blew past your happy silhouettes.