The moon hangs high, the birds sit under the wires.
The sea breeze is blowing the girl’s hair, the fishing boat has already packed its luggage and landed.
Men throw sand from car mat onto lawn as women push open door.
Red bows and green christmas trees are placed in the center of the city.
Children follow grandpa on the subway and go home.
The clouds have left their huts, but the blue sky still guards their homes.
