The Unfamiliar

The sun's light beams upon a nearby farm. Crops of green sprout up from the fertile ground of brown. Rocks scatter up and down the rows separating the crops. Patches of green grass apear here and there, some are more yellow than green. Against a slim wooden pillar, leans a purple bike. The bike has a deep bend and its purple has slightly rusted away, leaving nothing more than a frame with wheels. The sun shifts throughout the sky, casting different shadows on objects of all kind. Soon, the stars overcome the dark of night, gleaming a slight off white tint on the bike.