Tora-Howes

The dandelion buds clung to my rough pants, having threaded their way through the cracks in the grey brick. It was a refreshing change - the sun flared off the grey concrete, turning the surface reflective like a melancholy field of snow. I could feel the grass reach my fingertips; a touch and a smell that was so far from my daily expectations it seemed almost alien. The hot Arizonian sun buzzed around me, pulsing through the air like a heartbeat, slowly beating and warming my shrivelled and broken soul... "Get back to work!" the voice bellowed behind me, forcing me to open my eyes and lose that small sense of peace that I had gained. I br