At the bank I deposited some money and half way back home I came to a sudden halt because I remembered that I had forgotten the sunscreen. With the reminder came a mild regret and a moment of indecision. Then I felt relieved: I had forgotten to research what sunscreen works best for my skin! It would have been a mistake had I remembered to make my trip to the drugstore.
Painting by Soly Cissé |
Below the jacket, he wore a pair of tan khaki pants. I cannot recall his shoes. His face radiated a
feeling between awe, appreciation, and love. I liked the way he just stood there, alone, in the middle of the sidewalk; his head gently raised to the moon in attentiveness. A beautiful man––maybe in his late 60s or early 70s. I am not good at guessing age.
How long has he been doing that in his life? How long will he continue to do that? How did he learn to do that? When did he allow himself to just stop in the middle of a walk and raise his eyes to the skies while the breeze tugged at his brown jacket and people walked him by with curious eyes? Was it before he had that brown jacket? I walked on a few yards and when I looked back he was walking slowing on in the opposite direction. His hands seemingly limp at his sides.
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Jane A. Odartey
I love the way you see life, Jane. And yes, I need to learn about the stars too.
Thank you, Jhaneel. ^_^