It is 2:30 in the afternoon
The clouds are far away and the sky is blue
The air is cold.
She is sitting on the top of the hill
There is no one around
And she is empty.

The world is tired and she is chilled
By the air
Even though the sun shines.
She feels nothing
And can't move.

Her black sweater is warm
And her blue pants are nice
And striped
And the day feels good somehow
Her thoughts feel good somehow.

He will call soon