A night emerges in spring. A sprinkled array of stars decorates a darkening sky. A boy sits alone on a patch of ground. The smoking cigarette dangles from his left hand, ash forming from neglect. The curly short haired boy rises from the ground, throws the cigarette on to the patch of ground and roughly wipes the grass off his pants. A spring breeze tickles the skin under his five buttoned short sleeved shirt. He walks home.