[ WP ] It was a gorgeous early summer day . The sun was shining brightly , the birds were singing , and there was a warm gentle breeze .

It was a gorgeous early summer day. The neighborhood children ran through the street, arms outstretched, in hopes that they might gain enough speed to suddenly hurtle into the sky. The local book club strolled down the sidewalk, arguing about whether or not it was appropriate to serve ham sandwiches when they were meeting to discuss *Animal Farm*. The man in the house on the corner pulled on his gloves, checking and rechecking his watch as he prepared to leave. The girl in the house with a red roof yawned and rolled back under the covers, hiding her hangover from the judgmental rays of the sun. 
 
 It was a gorgeous early summer day. The neighborhood dogs joined the children, running after them and lapping at their heels. The postman stumbled down the sidewalk, chasing a letter that had been kidnapped by a wayward gust of wind. The man in the house on the corner emerged onto the sidewalk. The boy in the apartment at the end of the street gazed wistfully at his playmates from inside, wishing his cough would go away so he could join them. 
 
 It was a gorgeous early summer day. The old man in the house in the middle of the street hobbled onto his porch with a can of sparkling water and a copy of yesterday's paper. The city alderman came roaring down the street, sending the kids and their dogs scattering. The man who had emerged from the house in the corner walked past the book club, who was now arguing about whether Snowball represented Lenin or just Trotsky. The jogger took off his shirt and leaned against the mailbox, recoiling from it as the heated metal scorched his forearm. 
 
 It was a gorgeous early summer day. The children took the grass and began to eat it, in hopes that they might someday become flowers. The girl with the hangover got up to get a glass of water, swearing to never drink again. The man who had passed the book club entered the house with a red roof. The woman leaving for vacation shrieked in pain as she rolled her suitcase over her foot. 
 
 It was a gorgeous early summer day. The landscaper-for-hire toiled at the helm of his lawnmower, hoping that he'd get a call back today. The postman dropped a package off at the apartment at the end of the street and began to contemplate where he'd go for lunch. The man who had entered the house with a red roof pulled out a gun. The city alderman knocked on the door of his lover's apartment, loosening his tie. 
 
 It was a gorgeous early summer day. The old man shook his newspaper and cursed one of the neighborhood dogs as it attempted to defecate on his lawn. The jogger slammed a quarter on the small table at the end of the street and grabbed a plastic cup of lemonade. The girl who had gotten up to get a glass of water did not get up. The woman who had rolled her luggage over her foot sat on her suitcase, anxiously waiting the arrival of her taxi. 
 
 It was a gorgeous early summer day. The children resumed their games in the street, spinning around in hopes that they might become tornados. The landscaper-for-hire slumped against a drainpipe and smoked a cigarette. The man who had pulled out a gun exited the house with a red roof. The book club tore into their ham sandwiches underneath the gazebo, discussing, between bites, the options for their next read.
