To shower

Keith liked New York in the fall. So many colors. He walked through central park to kill time, saw a tree with leaves on the ground. He decided to do something. At first he just pushed a line from the tree to the trail. He was like Moses parting the seas. He wondered what the ants thought, what was all of this, first they were covered now exposed. 

Then he expanded the path into more a rectangle. Some people passed by unfazed, it was New York, nothing is normal, but everything thats crazy is just fine. Some people stopped now and took pictures. 

He then felt the tree was more of a an explosion like a nuclear bomb, so he pushed leaves into arched lines, making waves from the tree. Like ripples in water. 

More people stopped and stared, more pictures, some people even gave him advice. 

"Gotta move some of those leaves, that lines not straight, more of a curve there."

When he was done he just stared, he didn't take a picture. He walked away. 

He looked back saw some people stopping to take pictures, one couple posing in front of it. 

"What this is so crazy! This is why I love New York, something like this wouldn't happen anywhere else."

Keith was long gone by then, he had to get home to shower.