I felt like one of those pools that build up in an empty parking lot after it rains.

A tiny little sea that seems to come out of nowhere, grows so wide and vast, so full of life in just a matter of minutes. A haven for stray cats, thirsty pigeons, and whatever else manages to survive near the car park of a Walmart or Wawa gas station. An entire ecosystem thriving because of a little perspiration and a clogged drain nobody bothers to fix.

Tragic in a passing sense.

Beautiful? No. Well...maybe.

Kind of, but only for a while.

Because time has a wallet on his back and eventually that little sea gets smaller and smaller, shrinks until the herds thin and these great waters show their concrete clogged veins. And that little oasis just vanishes. Disappears. Leaves no proof of its existence or ever really being there- only gravel and a plastic gum wrapper. Only a dark, and cold, and lonely pavement. The strays go on straying, pigeons go back to doing whatever it is pigeons do, and where there used to be this little paradise, now, there’s nothing.

That's the way I felt.