A Mid-Saturday in June

The sun peeks through the leaves like a cheater in a game of hide-and-go-seek. The leaves sway in a gentle breeze, neither struggling away from nor clinging to their branches. The branches stretch out like the limbs of a dog basking in the sun. On the strongest branch two rusted chains rock back and forth, back and forth. A wooden bench is floating a foot and a half off the ground, carrying a girl not yet 19. She's writing in a book with only the glimpses of sun to light her life.