Mist clung to me on the first day of Autumn. The moist air still slightly smelled of the sea. I looked down and saw the stones that covered a make-shift parking lot near my office become the rocky beach near Lake Ontario at a Girl Scout Camp I went to as a kid. A calm, gray swath of water and sky spread out before me as I took careful aim before letting a smooth stone skip over the surface.
A gaggle of Canadian Geese heading south for the winter flew overhead, honking louder and louder. The honking seems to reach a feverish pitch until the birds begin to squeal and I'm suddenly lying flat on my back. Something has hit me with great force. I realize for a moment before slipping away that my daydream has caused me to walk into traffic, where a DPW truck has brought me to my end.
Author's Note: 2nd paragraph is fiction. Duh.