From inside his house he stares out into the world, relaxed and enjoying his view on the world oblivous to him. He stares specifically interested in the view across the street, a young female catches his eye, as she sits on the park bench alone with the book in her hands his hands begin to close. Caught up he barely notices the older gentleman who interupts her quiet reading, perhaps asking for the time, or maybe for directions, he is only there long enough to have asked a simple question of the sort. Now he is on the edge of his seat, fascinatin in his eye, millions of thoughts caressing his mind as he stalkingly follows the older gentleman with his eyes. Slow moving and careful he makes his way through the park, back at home he is inches from the window, eyes glued to this figure. A Frown forms on his face, he glances down at his hands, turning them over infront of his face as if exploring for the first time. His hands are steady, the skin is smooth and he can see the thin bumps of veins on the back of his hands. He glances up in time to see the older gentleman gently seat himeself at another conviently placed park bench. From the window he can see the gentleman rocking slowly in his seat as he begins to read a book, the frown reappears. He looks up at the mirror on his desk, examining his facial features, intrigued by what he finds, enthralled by the details he has never noticed, he glances back at the park. A Blue bird has landed on the bench next to the older gentleman, it is unmoving, fearless, relaxed, he begins to wonder, "Why does it not move? how is it so calm?" it dawns on him. He sits back comfortably in his chair, head rested on the back of his seat, his eyes close and his fear of growing old is substitued with a smile, he falls asleep to dream about the day far into the future when he will understand the knowledge life brings.
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