It was a moment around several kids.
The time went on the usual when i'm with these playful innocents.
When the hour came to wrap the day, my cam fell on the solid concrete floor.
This is the nth time to happen and so i thought it was just playing dead.
I was seeing no cracks but hearing some noisy chunks inside, it was seriously dead(like some of its pixels).
I could hear the shutter but couldnt see a picture.
From then, every day that passed is like a black thumbnail entry on the memory.
And the beautiful cirrus clouds of summer dissolved in time, like the new generation of nestling flew in oblivion.
Looking back on my last frame, nothing was made lemon, for even dreams wane in warm-tinted moments.
(C.A.S. 8/20/13)