He sat on the concrete steps basking in the afternoon sun. It seemed forever since he had last felt warmth radiate up from the ground. His brown paper bag contained a roast beef sandwich, pickle, and a can of soda. Two weeks ago he would have frowned at the contents wishing instead for a bowl of hot soup. Today it seemed the perfect picnic lunch.
He peeled back the wax paper, the sound reminding him of the dry leaves that had rustled in the wind five months prior. Now some of the trees on the mall showed the first sign of green tips.
The hiss of carbonation escaping the soda can made him think of the decorative fountains that would soon be turned on again.
With a sigh of relief he felt he could finally turn his back on the months that had caused his joints to ache so badly.
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