Sugar Cake Hickey

He was leaning on the railing and laughing, with a button loose on the collar of his school uniform, and grass clippings from the playground still stuck to his wrists. His eyes were as bright as stars falling on the lake, and his whole body was full of untamed vitality. He stood in the wind, his white shirt was blown up, the tips of his hair were fluttering, and the youthful youth was gone from the ends of his eyes, leaving only the steady and handsome young man, like the March morning light leaking between the branches.