I woke up that day in the car.
The sun’s rays choked by the mountains and the sound of noisy cicadas seeped into my body.
My back was sweaty and my white shirt was stuck to my back.
I walk outside with blurred vision, and across the distant sky, the clouds rise without a sound.
I can clearly see a number of glowing rays of light through the trees swaying in the wind.
I hurried back to the car to get my camera.
By the time I looked back, they were gone.
I listened to the sound of cicadas once more.