A man stands alone, humming and occasionally singing bits and pieces of a familiar song. He stood alongside a large chicken wire fence embellished in the elaborate vine workings of its tomato plants. Their leaves reaching out in every direction covering any traces of the wire. Amongst the array of wild leaves grew red tomatoes, gleaming from setting sun's light.
The young man from head to toe was covered in splotches of mud and dirt with varying degrees of severity depending on location, for example, his hand, feet, and knees were the worst off, showing his daily labors. Barefooted he wore a previously white button up with rolled up sleeves that are mostly tucked into his also rolled up ripped blue jeans.
One handed, he rested on his hip a large hand-weaved basket almost full with an assortment of vegetables. The other hand searched through the miniature jungle of leaves for ripe and ready tomatoes.
After he reached a satisfying amount collected he decided to take a moment's break. He sat the basket down next to a smaller one, on a cracked and slightly weed infested stone path just to the left of where he stood.
He must have had sat it down to rough or the basket was slightly overflowed because once it hit the stone a small tomato hopped out rolling off into the grass. It hit the man's foot, so still being bent over he picked it up. He took it with as he stood up to examine it for bruises. Unfortunately, he Found a small one close to the stem. He traced it with his finger a few times before slipping it into his pocket.
Beginning to relax, he faced his back to the fence, tilting his head up towards the sky. Squinting to see the sky clearer, he wiped away a few beads of sweat off his sun-kissed skin. The man rested that hand's forearm on his forehead to help block out some of the brightness. Exhaustively he let out a sigh and under his breath mumbled a few choice words regarding the heat.
Realizing the day had gotten away from him the young man began to gaze into the sunset. He watched as the sunset painted itself into the sky with a colouration of pinks, yellows, & oranges. Glazing over the clouds with the appropriate colours keeping a slight undertone of whites. The man dropped his hand and relaxed a bit more, he lightly leaned against the fence. He continued to look into the sky slowly losing himself in it. When he finally did, he greeted the setting sun with a smirk as his memories of times gone by came flooding in