It had been a gorgeous day with the sun flaming like a well-stocked campfire. The sky was crystal blue, and the air was warm but crisp. I felt the need to go out and play tennis against the wall down at memorial field. The day could not have been more perfect. When I dusk approached, I headed home through the empty park...
             I was at Mountain Avenue, and it was so quiet it hurt your ears from the strain of no sound. The road was dark, and the lamplight reflected off the short white lines causing them to almost glow along the dark abyss of a road. I felt a slight gust of cool air sweep up behind me. It was as if a chilling non-existent hand swept up behind me and touched my shoulder to get me to move. My teeth slowly grinded together, when another gust of wind swept up on me. It felt like the wind and I were starting a pushing fight, because my feet were cemented to the ground. I heard the whoosh of a car speeding around the corner barreling down towards the crosswalk, and it zipped by leaving dust in my eyes. I still stood contemplating the daring cross of Mountain Avenue in the dead darkness of the night. Although I was wearing a glimmering white shirt, the dark blue shorts and coal blue shoes made me feel invisible to any pair of headlights that traveled towards me. It wasn't very late, but the time I took to stand on that corner was endless, and I knew that I had to cross soon before the year ended. I could just hear my mother yelling at me now.
             "Alex! Where the hell have you been for the last half hour!"
             "We have all been waiting for you to come home so we can eat!"
             Ironically, I was only going to be but two to three minutes late, but it felt like an eternity. The wind hand grown stronger, causing me to catch a little chill through my tee shirt. I could the hungry side of my stomach fighting the butterfly filled other side. Although I had made this cross so frequently before there was something that caused tod...