A sunflower moving with the winds with a fresh smell of the
day turns the head with the sun, moving, the clouds, take a turn to the town
and hide the sunlight. Soon, it rains.
From the hills a car drives down to the town, a new car. Heads turn, looking at the car and the people in the car are foreign.
With the behaviour, they seem to have been to the forest and
are taking souvenirs to their place for their people. They vroom to the farm
and take a few sunflowers also.
People thinking about them as they attract a lot of
attention, the intentions change and few get together to play live-music.
Phones ring and few are in a conversation. Few girls get
together and dance.
Platters of favourite food and beverages storm the tables.
Few cars play rounds around the town and my camera is out of
battery.
I stop the play and get along with the people.
Few websites for entertainment,