The dark floated on the wind and my steps didn't echo on the pavement. Just the dull thuds of my sneakers. The way was lighted by a glow around the bend in front of me. A few steps and the open breeze swirled my hair--whatever is left of it from the last shearing. I turned and walked parallel to the park across the street.
A soft lilting note reached my ears and I snapped my head to the right. Music? A Chinese flute was playing and a smile spread across my face. I crossed the street and there before me was a man sitting on the edge of a pavilion opening, mouth on the instrument, sounds to the sky.
It was beautiful.

Alas, I left and when I resturned a few mi. later, the man and the music was gone.

How... poetic.
» randomjunk on 2007-09-11 04:49:26

How... poetic times two.

And a little scary. If I saw an old guy playing a chinese flute out of the blue, I'd run away.
» Dilated on 2007-09-11 09:13:10

i would find myself smiling if i saw a man playing the flute.
» renaye on 2007-09-11 09:17:09

What...?? Man playing Chinese flute?
I want silver waahhhhhh
» The-Muffin-Man on 2007-09-11 10:28:42

Hmm. It's possible. I can't really see the resemblence, but it's possible.
» randomjunk on 2007-09-11 11:28:53

Flute... I haven't heard one for ages.
» Nuttz on 2007-09-12 03:13:46

God you're a good writer. I love reading your stuff.

And who are you anyway? You said I know you.... *Peers suspiciously*
» Praetorian on 2007-09-15 06:22:19

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