The afternoons were getting longer again, stretching. I stayed too long at a stoplight because the sunlight was so pretty, sifting through all the leaves on the sycamore trees lining Sierra Bonita, turning each a pale jade green. The jacaranda trees preparing for their burst of true lavender blue come May.Go, said Dad.Sorry, I said.
The narrative reflects a moment of appreciation for the beauty of nature as the seasons transition, highlighting the longer afternoons and the enchanting light filtering through the leaves. The description evokes vivid imagery of the sycamore trees and their gentle color, as well as the anticipation of the jacaranda trees' blooming in May, creating a serene yet reflective atmosphere.
Amidst this beauty, there is a sense of distraction, evidenced by the...
