Just as the sun wrapped tenuous coiling tendrils around the tips of the trees, I saw a young man in the half light. He approached a fence with easy gait, slung his bag over and then himself. He climbed with easy apprehension of his task; I believed he had climbed the same fence a hundred times.
I watched his decent into the leaves through the open gate thirty feet away.
[true story, y'all]
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Doing something because you can is sometimes a very fun thing to do. Not that I've often done that, but still.
ReplyDeleteDecent.
ReplyDeleteSorry, anyway, I like the idea of the sun as ivy, and I like that the dude climbs the fence basically because it's there. It's a very Kirk thing to do.
It's possible he didn't know about the gate? Anyhow, a marvelously YOUNG thing to do. Made me feel alive to see it.
ReplyDeleteAww that makes you sound so old and grizzled.
ReplyDeleteI listened to a lovely audiobook that described how the old crave interaction with the young, and despite the fact that I'm quite sure you would not really enjoy it, I shall recommend it here: *No! I Don't Want to Join a Book Club,* by Virginia Ironside.
The problem is that the young have to be tricked into spending time with the old, because they hate old people, on the whole.
ReplyDeleteI can understand that, but it's sad. I have some wonderful friends who are quite old. And of course there's the Joel thing.
ReplyDeleteYes. Joel. (?)
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