Good story, strangely sad. Who is this man? What did he do?
This morning two men walk with me into the courtyard.
I am centre, they one on each side. We do not rush, we amble. We do not talk; but take in the freshness of a new day, each lost, deeply lost, in our own thoughts.
The sun lifting itself over the horizon. A lazy stretch of glowing amber soaking into the fading darker blue at the edge of night.
The sun’s rays fall upon my face, the chill air recedes, letting the light gently warm my skin.
I hold my cigarette before me, one eye squeezed shut, matching the glowing end to the suns circumference.
I breath out, slowly watching the smoke. Momentarily it is there, almost solid, a thick clump of particles hanging in the air, moving oh so slightly, before twisting away on the light breeze, dissipating and…. gone.
It is amazing how you see things when you…
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