The Pastel City

The power line hangs like a noose, foreboding trespassers. Beyond the black coil lies a color palette that has faded. The vividness is no longer apparent but not yet transparent. Pale but not yet invisible. The sun beats down, sucking the hues from the turquoise blues. Hidden beyond the heat’s thirst are millions of forks in the road that lead so deep you loose your way. You vanish. You are engulfed by these pastel cities, swept up in a stream of soft walls and soft smiles that say ‘welcome, you are in my world now.’