- Messages
- 5
The harsh, cold winds have subsided since yesterday, leaving former piles of fallen leaves scattered in its wake. Children ran down the sidewalks, laughing and chasing each other with puffs of air emitting from their mouths. The cars honked as the traffic lights changed. The streets were crowded with people eager to return to the coziness of their homes. The wondrous smell of sizzling oil wafted to their nostrils from a nearby vendor's cart. The feel of the crisp breeze brushed against chilled, blushing cheeks.
Everyone was aware of it. Summer, warmest of the four seasons.Days are longer, nights are nicer. People walked passed a lone man without a second glance. The only ones who did bother to give him their attention were a few employees from a nearby coffee shop, occasionally making note to each other that "that man has been sitting there since this morning" and whispering with concerned looks as to whether or he was alright.
"Well, he certainly doesn't look homeless or anything," remarked one who did get a good glimpse of him on her way in. "Homeless people don't wear fine leather like what he's wearing. Just leave him alone. He'll leave sooner or later."
However, he did not move an inch from the position he was currently in. With his hands tucked into the pockets, his eyes closed and hidden behind his bangs and his entire body remaining slouched for hours, there must have been something wrong with him ("You don't think he's dead, do you?" another joked).
He did not budge. Nor for the next hour, nor for the next.
Everyone was aware of it. Summer, warmest of the four seasons.Days are longer, nights are nicer. People walked passed a lone man without a second glance. The only ones who did bother to give him their attention were a few employees from a nearby coffee shop, occasionally making note to each other that "that man has been sitting there since this morning" and whispering with concerned looks as to whether or he was alright.
"Well, he certainly doesn't look homeless or anything," remarked one who did get a good glimpse of him on her way in. "Homeless people don't wear fine leather like what he's wearing. Just leave him alone. He'll leave sooner or later."
However, he did not move an inch from the position he was currently in. With his hands tucked into the pockets, his eyes closed and hidden behind his bangs and his entire body remaining slouched for hours, there must have been something wrong with him ("You don't think he's dead, do you?" another joked).
He did not budge. Nor for the next hour, nor for the next.