To-"Night"

He took the broom in hand and walked to the front of the store. Slowly he stared to clean the mess that was created during the day. Back and forth he moved the broom humming a little tune to him self; His thoughts where upon almost everything other then the movement of the broom. At this moment he was thinking back to the time when he was twelve. He had snuck out of the house to go play in the snow. It never snowed where he was from. He never got to the snow however. A tree and fallen over and landed on a truck. He just stood in his door way watching the little flecks pile up on everything. He stared at the odd scene of that truck crush by a tree. It was beautiful he thought. He looked around him now, about half way done. He tried hard now to think about what happen next, where he went from that snowy door way. What was his next step? Was it outside? Was it inside? Now even the memories he did have started to fade. He couldn't remember now if he was cold or not. Anything that would give him information to what his next course of action was. This thought carried him till he was finished sweeping the store, which broke way to a new thought. Would this moment cause the same confusion in the future as he looks back on it? No, this moment was not beautiful.