Walking down the cold street with my heavy black jacket on, eating a banana, I jumped over a piece of wood that looked as if it had been damaged on purpose. 

As I continue walking down the street there seems to be more of these damaged pieces of wood, but they are all in the order of the rainbow. I wonder why are these all here? Where did they come from?

I keep on wandering down the street but I just want to know why they are there, but then I remember they’re from the market that had just finished.