Alien Landscape

a less than epic ending.

it rained. she chewed on a lock of limp wet hair, frowning. we were both heaving from the heavy arguments in between dashing from one building to another.

the water in gutter looked strangely crystalline as it rushed by. different but always the same. the gurgling of the gutter and the soft roar of rain made the day so beautiful in spite of everything. it made her beautiful.

pity. it's such a beautiful day. she said in between chewing her hair, echoing my thoughts.
and you're looking nice she added after a pause. i raised my eyebrows at this but did not say anything. we continued staring at the pretty gutter water and the occasional leaf riding it. it seemed like one of the better days.

the day smelled
so good.
rain and grass.

i stood up and walked away from the cold metal bench we were sitting on. she did not stop me. i did not look back.

leaving something that felt rather epic, all i remembered was thinking of her mother murmuring a little song on those rare occasions when she was home. it went,

for whom is it well, for whom is it well?
there is no one for whom it is well.

Posted by NHJ 12/05/2006 08:48:00 pm

Tuesday, December 05, 2006