The Awning and the Boy

There is the awning: tied up by ropes. Two ends high up on the house. The third one is a little bit lower, on the opposite wall. He thinks he likes sunbathing. And so there he stays, as still as he can, warming himself up. Until the wind comes, all at once, no one knows where from.

All the awning longed for was to be that wall. No one can