The teenage boy looking over Siegfried's fence shrugs loosely, ducking his head to shield his eyes with his baseball cap. He's holding a plastic basket in his arms, its bottom lightly lined with paper towel.
"My..." He glances elsewhere, or at least slightly turns his head. "My folks were wonderin' if you had too many zucchinis again this year."
The light has the golden, timeless quality of late summer evening. Everything looks prettier than real, in that kind of light. Watching all this American sunshine bounce off the windows of all these American houses, Yoshiki can almost convince himself he's an actor in some sort of movie.
A Day In The Life
The teenage boy looking over Siegfried's fence shrugs loosely, ducking his head to shield his eyes with his baseball cap. He's holding a plastic basket in his arms, its bottom lightly lined with paper towel.
"My..." He glances elsewhere, or at least slightly turns his head. "My folks were wonderin' if you had too many zucchinis again this year."
The light has the golden, timeless quality of late summer evening. Everything looks prettier than real, in that kind of light. Watching all this American sunshine bounce off the windows of all these American houses, Yoshiki can almost convince himself he's an actor in some sort of movie.