The children play, with such energy until the sun slowly falls away, leaving the children to scurry home for dinner. They begin to grow tired. Having had the energy they once had is now a struggle. To run now has turned to walking, the sun leaving much sooner than before leaving the children in soft darkness prematurely.
The seasons change, leaving the once warm sidewalks now cool and damp. The trees releasing their last few leaves revealing their outstretched branches as if seeking the sun for one last glimpse.
The children release their hopes and dreams as the last of the leaves fall. They are tired, so very tired. Their bodies do not respond to the commands of society.
The children rest in and out of confused slumbers. Their eyes gaze out of windows not seeing, not feeling. The sun is now replaced by the darkness of the change of the season. Grey, crisp blue contrasting against the foggy sky.
The children sleep. It is safe where they go. Void of human emotions as the grey replaces the vivid colors of another time. The promise of another time when the children will be released from their prisons lingers on in their dreams.
To be an endless train ride going no where, trying to grasp onto the door latch to allow the sun to return. To be released back to their warm homes.
The children remain in their slumber, learning to play once again. It has become an existence. Many seasons have passed, yet the children remain unaware. They have new games to play, new ways to communicate and play hiding-go-seek. The sidewalks remain cool and damp, waiting for the children to return. The station master forever waits for the train to arrive.
L. P. Year 1991