It was a dark, drizzling day.
There stood a boy, holding a colourful
parasol of vivid red, yellow, green, and blue. He opened it to the sky and
closed, and then opened and closed again. He did it over and over, while
sprinkling crystal-like water drops. He never knew weeds around him were a bit annoyed
by that.
There was nobody else except for him. Only
a dirty, big and old cat was watching him with no particular emotion on its
face, from a distance.
I was gazing at the scene in a little
crystal ball repeatedly.
And then I realized it was mere a dream
when I woke up in the morning.