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Mar. 3, 2007 It was approaching dusk. He was of medium height, and he walked along the streets on the way back to his room. He did not hurry nor did he loaf, but walked with an inner purpose. Some of his friends thought he was an introvert, but it wasn’t that so much, as it was that he was often thinking about something intensely. The sun was headed down, and there was stillness, but not the stillness of the middle night, just a calmer aura about the area. The man stopped at a vendor and ordered some food. Paying with some coins from his pocket, he took the food and sat and ate it. When he was done he walked on and up some steps to a hallway. When he got into his room he sat by the window where the desk was and took out some papers. He normally didn’t keep food in his room, but had bought a few apples. He took one and bit into it. Opening a drawer, he took out a small cup with about a hundred small beads in them. He cut a piece of brown string, and began to place a bead through the top. It didn’t go on at first, so he wet the string a bit with his lips and made a point. Then he tried again. The small orange bead went on. Then another. He worked like this for about twenty minutes, in a meditative sort of way. He attended well. Sometimes when a bead would fall from his fingers, he would curse, but inwardly, and just pick it up and place it on. After a while he had a whole necklace, and it wasn’t a bad sight with the different blues, oranges, greens, and some yellow and even black beads too. He took a metal ring and a clasp from another cup, and affixed them to each end of the string. Outside the sun was not only a small blink of a light far across the way, by the mountains. In a few moments the blink would blink off and the electric light from the streets would seem brighter. Some traffic hummed. Someone went past the building on an adult three wheeler with a basket in front. Then he stopped, and peddled a bit backwards while waiting for a red light to change to green. The bike moved backwards. The man was now looking out the window for a moment. He squinted slightly at the skyline for a second, for less than a second. His vision was good, but he squinted like that sometimes. Nobody would have known he squinted like that. He was just looking to see if he could make out where the tops of the mountains were, even though it had gotten quite dark now. Something was hiding the moon. He could guess where the mountains’ outlines were, but he couldn’t know for sure. He squinted again, searching the sky out there, as the necklace sat on the table, and the moon remained hidden, along with the outline of the mountain and maybe even God himself. ------------ Email Brian Michael Barbeito: Brian1750@Hotmail.com Comment on this article here! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com and are not allowed to be posted on other websites. ARTICLE THIEVES WILL BE PROSECUTED! |
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