A cluster of curled and dried leaves rattle from a short, low-hanging limb of an infant, sidewalk-side tree; its support lashings swaying with the rhythm.
A rose-faced woman scrapes the frost from the windshield of a small, grey hatchback; her freshly blow-dried and frizzed hair streams across her face and stick to the preparation on her brown and upper lip.
A calico cat shoot out from an adjacent yard and scurries across an awaking avenue; he slides to a halt and scuttles under a tall, wooden fence that cordons a sleeping boat covered by a stretched, blue cover.
A car starts-up down the way.
A school bus rounds the corner.
A breeze disrupts the stillness of a hanging real estate sign.
A trail of thin smoke strings-up from a narrow, rooftop chimney.
A man stand on his front lawn and dusts ice crystals from the plastic bag containing his newspaper; he opens the bag and grimaces at the headline as he turns back towards his opened front door.
A ribbon of steam wafts from the mouth of a coffee mug sitting atop a moving navy blue minivan; the driver grips the wheel and aims her eyes in the direction of morning sun.
These are valuable particles of life's observations often placed aside in exchange for drivel and inconsequential elements of no benefit.
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