I’m seven years old, and my favorite thing to do every evening is to sit out here on our back stoop and watch the sunset.
There is no real view where I live in Durham, but at just the right angle, here in my spot, I can just see between the houses to the horizon as the sun drops slowly out of sight. The colors are different sometimes, and I only miss it when it’s raining.
It rained last night, and the stream of rain water that usually makes a path through our back yard has strange green and purple stuff streaking through it, sort of like bubble-fluid.
The stream follows its usual path, overflowing the gutter two houses away, across the neighbor’s front yard, down our driveway, and across our back yard — right by my spot.
It leaves a puddle where we used to have a grill, and it is still half full of the mixture of dirty rainwater with the green and purple stuff on top.
JET (The Hero) 