It was a bright and colorful day, the blues were a glowing cerulean, and the greens were almost neon, all the colors seemed to glow. I lounged on the grass pretending to tan. I couldn’t actually tan—no one could if they were wearing as much sun block as I was. I pretended to tan as I watched the clouds waltz across the sky.
I heard the gate click, and I turned my head to smile at him. He stood taller than usual, and wore what looked like a brand new sports coat. I frowned, was I too casual for the occasion? He assured me that even in my miniskirt and grungy t-shirt, I was suited very well for any occasion. I was still fretting when he pulled me to my feet, he just laughed and blew my discomfort away.
My vision of what this party was going to be like was nothing compared to the actuality. It was almost like a three-ring-circus; one of the rings though, was a keg. The other two featured an actual elephant, and a band. An honest-to-God elephant.
I got to ride the honest-to-God elephant, and that was all I could think about for the rest of the party. The band wasn’t very impressive, and they wouldn’t let me have any of the beer because I wasn’t 21 for another month. So we left long before it was over, and still counted the date as a success.
We walked back to my place hand-in-hand, and laid out on the grass watching the clouds as they waltzed across the moonlit sky.
And all too soon these purple images began to fade, and the clouds—rather than waltzing beautifully—rumbled like a harsh rain cloud as it had rained on me for the last few hours, while I had lay in the grass alone.
