sofunnyuphere
The ivy twined lazily around the side of the old house. The bricks, a dark red, stuck out individually against the white lines crossing all across the wall. The one window, grimy in front of dusty curtains, seemed to mock the rest. it was more important than the brick wall.
The market was full of bright color. Like every saturday the vendors were out with their wres lined up in rows for me too see. Shiny and new, dressed in outfits. The faces with smiles. I loved to see them in all their joy. These kids made me smile.