Watching
Watching the faces, considering the places, everything encountered through a day. The fancy cars at some humble house where two surprised faces responded to the unexpected: me. Remembering the old house in the old city full of a life of memories, sitting there quiet and still, very still.
Watching the restless man resembling a mechanic of sorts, the messy business of living all over his overalls in grease. Watching. Faces and roads taken, the young man of around ten waiting for life to continue; red shirt, sad face and all. Even from a distance it was obvious, it was felt. To move on from the stalemate. Me too kid, me too.
Watching again. Praying again. Writing again. Reflecting on the busy of a wild and unpredictable day, one that happens to be a Thursday.
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