[ WP ] Somehow make the line `` Boy , its a joyous day outside ! '' sound sad .

The morning catches the sunlight in golden specks of dust trickling to the ground. Through the small window, I could see a meadow of green, highlighted by a glittering stream. A deer grazes by the water. 
 
 I sighed, thinking back to better days, to my first friend around the lonely landscape. The boy who would occasionally appear at our backyard, and play ball with me. The times when the ball would float down the stream, and had to chase after it. Around these parts, the weather was always nice and bright, and rain clouds seemed to skirt past the mountains. 
 
 *Hey, * I thought to myself, *wherever you are now, do come back sometime, you hear me? * 
 
 That'd be pretty scary. We were both about the same age, and him coming back at twenty two would mean seeing him for the first time in over fifteen years. I was n't prepared for that. 
 
 *The river suddenly turned a vivid red. Crystal and crimson mixed together to reveal horrors I did n't want to comprehend. I saw him grabbing his mangled head, clutching at where it had struck a rock while we were lying in the water. * 
 
 Boy, it's a joyous day outside. How I wish we were six again. 
 
 

