High-Altitude Solitude

High above the primary school courtyard, a single sponge gourd remains, clinging to the wire netting like a soft, forgotten note.

It hangs far beyond the reach of small, eager hands—a solitary relic of a golden summer. Framed by the geometric precision of the grid against the vast, inviting blue, it stands as a gentle monument to the passing days. In this quiet corner of the sky, it has found a peaceful solitude, cradled by the light.