At least it started like an ordinary day, however much it did not last. The toes dampened as one kicked the grass, and sparrows trembled happily in the pools along the wayside. You could breathe the air without fear because it held the promise of something good or delicious. Mourning doves sang while here and there neighbors greeted one another pleasantly.
And then the sun in his summer boredom must have decided to wander. He drew closer to see what there was to see as though to be a consulting partner to everything even though all anybody wanted was for him to be a disinterested observer. He smiled down menacingly on the busyness of earth. Nary a cloud interrupted him. He reached out with a finger, flicked the land as if to hurry along a dilatory bug. Hot winds swept the fields and villages. Trees burned, grass shriveled, neighbors retreated to dark cellar rooms, the birds stopped singing, streams dried up.
It could have been an incantation, or some masterful distraction, or business elsewhere that sent him along his way. It was probably only more bored wandering. Whatever it was he moved on. And in the relative cool of the evening, life revived as children, dogs and birds returned to the streets in laughter and play.
Word has it, he'll wander back this way tomorrow.
Today's Influences and Soundtrack:
J.R.R. Tolkien, Tree and Leaf
J.R.R. Tolkien, Leaf by Niggle
G.K. Chesterton, Orthodoxy
Antonio Vivaldi, The Four Seasons
Conni Ellisor, Blackberry Winter
Michael Hedges, Aerial Boundaries