People watching. That's what I used to call it back home. Some days, I would simply sit on a park bench, and watch the world go by, sometimes inventing fantastic stories to go with the people I watched, sometimes just, existing. I couldn't think of any fantastic stories to go with the people I watched this evening - what could get more fantasy-esque than what I'm currently living, what they are currently living? I laugh internally to myself at the thought, my amusement causing an idle smile to soften the features of my face.
A man, pale and tall, paused before me, offering a comment about the impending cold, and wishing me well. "Heh," I chuckle lightly, nodding as I admit to myself it was probably a foolish venture, an accident literally sitting around waiting to happen. "Once temperatures fall below a certain point, any further below doesn't seem to matter," I say, though I concede the point that it probably is time to move.
So I stand, leaning my hands on my knees, dusting myself off lightly - apparently I had been sitting here so long that some snowflakes had begun to build up on my shoulders. With a kind, enquiring smile, I ask the man; "Know of a good place to eat? I'm still learning my way around."
A man, pale and tall, paused before me, offering a comment about the impending cold, and wishing me well. "Heh," I chuckle lightly, nodding as I admit to myself it was probably a foolish venture, an accident literally sitting around waiting to happen. "Once temperatures fall below a certain point, any further below doesn't seem to matter," I say, though I concede the point that it probably is time to move.
So I stand, leaning my hands on my knees, dusting myself off lightly - apparently I had been sitting here so long that some snowflakes had begun to build up on my shoulders. With a kind, enquiring smile, I ask the man; "Know of a good place to eat? I'm still learning my way around."
Chulane
