Description: Animated. Boisterous. Carefree. Delightfully Fearless. Writings from the Euphoric Life
He wiped the sweat off his brows as he looked up at the glaring sun. He squinted his eyes in the heat and looked at the number of people ahead. “200 people to go”, he muttered to himself. He looked over his shoulder as he heard a scuffle and saw that a little fight had broken out between a young lad and an older man. “Get out!!! this was my spot”, yelled the older man. “No way, old fart. Get back in line. This is all first come first serve. You snooze, you loose.”, retorted the younger boy.
With a wry smile, he shook his head. “Desparate times, indeed”
The queue was moving slowly but the good news was that he could hear assuring words up ahead. He looked towards the tree on his right and smiled at the sight of his kids. They were playing hopscotch in the burning sun and seemed to not care about the heat. His wife was sitting on the side, holding her head in her hands and just staring into space. He whistled. It was a special whistle between the two of them, meant to catch each other’s attention. His wife looked up in his direction. “Oh! how much I love he