Person One:What do you see when you look at this painting?Just tell the truth.
Person Two:I see three schoolkids playing in an autumn leaf pile.Dry leaves crunching,shattering,and cracking under shoes and knees.Hands tossing the tree's shedding;hands that haven't been burned,frostbitten,or even touched the things that will one day mold their minds and lives.
I see bicycles strewn on lawns soon to be abandoned during the frigid months,waiting to be pedaled from one end of town to the other in summer races to the refreshment stand.Where innocent,panting tongues are coated with sweet dripping ice cream and fizzing soda,sticky fingers gripping handlebars.
Cars line the curb,tires nearly bald from months of simmering asphalt,rain soaked roads,and countless errands.There are many trees, so there are many leaf piles and strewn bikes.The sky wraps all of this in rich yellows,oranges,and brilliant reds comprising the waning sun.
Person One:Thank you.