A Summer Afternoon and 'The Stranger'

The sliver of sky I could see out the window took me with its beauty.  A blaring blue sky beyond the summer green and muted brown of the tree branches that filled the space.  The wind made the leaves and branches dance amidst each other for a alluring effect.  I closed my eyes and just listened to the soft sound of their dance.

A yawn came and I let my head drop with closed eyes.  I picked up my head again and took up my book off my chest.  I liked reading Camus while listening to the sounds outside on the street.  A woman's heels clip-chipping on the sidewalk and the mailman's keys from downstairs opening and closing the metal slats to our mailboxes.  An occasional car drove by with a whir and there was some metal tapping for a long while, which eventually stopped.  After a few pages I went into the kitchen for a piece of chocolate, dark is my favorite.  There was one small piece of the bar left and I took it back into the living room after trashing the wrapper.  

The chocolate was sweet and left a slightly bitter aftertaste, just like I like.  I went back to my book and read for awhile, then stopped to write a few notes of my own while still ruminating over Camus' straight-forward tone and detailed description.