The sky was filled with clouds this morning. A reminder that the Summer is gone and sooner than later the city will be filled with this distinct smell of burning wood coming out of most houses' chimneys.

It is days like these that brought back childhood memories of his parents reading to him and his siblings stories. Food might not always be on the dinner table but no matter how hard things were, there were always stories to be told and make things easier.

As he was approaching a large gathering of known faces, the idea struck him. Maybe today was a good day for some story telling. Cloudy weather sets the best background anyway, he thought.  

"Good day my fellow Summerlin residents. I ask of you, this beautiful day, to come forward and share your stories with us. Leave behind the stress of the job and let's show our creative and inspiring side!"

"I am looking forward in listening to all of you."

He sat back and waited for for all the interesting stories he would get to hear.