I sat on the window ledge, looking out.

I saw a rainbow and I saw crushed walnut shells on the street that the parade had swiftly passed through. Looking at the ground now it was obvious that something happened but the mood of the event could not be determined from the remains. The consciousness that was once in this air has changed, and morphed into a completely new one.

Maybe it was the crushing of the walnuts. Maybe it was the movement of the crowd. Maybe it was the sickening, but delicious smell wafting through the air that the diesel powered floats left behind them, like manure left by horses.

Something has changed and a finger cannot be placed on what. Let’s hope it is for the good, otherwise this will be the last parade that will rush down this street. This will be the last bit of smoke released from the lungs of this emaciated alcoholic.