TarantisticRemnants

A gentle breeze flowed down the river, twirling whimsically through the trees and down the tidy suburban street. It barely touched the curtains as it floated into the window of the old man's house, setting the tiny specks of dust to dance in the light of the afternoon sun, before gently falling back into the shadow. Caught by the wind, a door slammed shut, startling the old man by the window. That sound took him back to a time long past. Long past yet not forgotten. A time of youth and vibrance. Freedom and simplicity. A time long past.