He said, “If that is your wish, you may give it a try, but don’t be surprised if your casual redundancy becomes boring, and the repetitious outcome becomes a sight for sore eyes.”
He followed up and said, “If you were to change your mind, just let me know, and I’ll hear you, and we can talk about this again.”
I said, “Thank you, your majesty, we will keep that in mind.”
Blissful Fortune of Rain
In the book of memories, one may recall the joy of exquisite loveliness in the delicacy form of a flower with unique colors after a sprinkle of rain running across the blooming of its radiance.
It opens and wakes the nature for maturity to begin and flourish a blossom to gleam its splendor.
One notices the bee traveling from one flower to another pollinating the gift to thrive amongst the plants.
The beauty and the sweet scent of its smell brings freshness that excides a wonderful pleasure and a youthful glow.
Somehow it has a tendency upon sight to quiet one’s soul and peace lies within.
In weathers of severity may show an obstruction of life that may be unforgiving.
The quantities could pour down so hard as to damage this sensitive graceful softness.
This entity of rain believed by some could bring good or bad luck. I suppose like all, there chance of fate can be determined by its choice.
Success could be measured in the happiness it unfolds in the satisfaction of its gratitude.
This is a personal prosperity of your desire that one may observe. A contentment of joyous delight may spark charming excitement that draws a pretty picture.
Some may look at rain as being a sorrow and ask, “What will we do today that can be objective?”
The plants may be dancing, enjoying the pleasantness, singing along the freshness that cools them down from the excessive heat.
The dryness from the sun can be painful amongst the nature of its growth. We should be fortunate to admire the rain that sustains the living to maintain a favor which will be thankful.
A Shadow Moved
Standing and leaning against an office building on the corner of where my honey works, it was lunch hour, and I saw a man pass by me, and I didn’t think much about it. For it happens to get a little crowded at this time of day. People were walking up and down the street going here to there. But this particular individual seemed to have gotten my attention, for the sun was out, and it was about eleven thirty in the morning. We were in the middle of the square, just on the other side of the street from where the governor’s mansion is located.
While I was waiting to take her to lunch, he passed by me, and I noticed there were two shadow images following him! The rest of the people that passed by, they only had one. As I was glancing at one of the two shadows and observing it very closely, the one shadow turned and waved his hand at me, recognizing I was following them.
I stopped and shook my head in disbelief, and the shadow proceeded to go along with the shadow he was with! Profound by the man that the two shadows were following, I glanced at his attire, and he was wearing a gray suit, shoes, and hat, didn’t see his face as he turned around in the opposite direction. Silently he approached the street in front of me, and there was a bench you could sit on while waiting; that is where he decided to sit.
When I came a little closer, I saw the two shadows sitting beside him on the same side. He was looking at his watch and viewing the street. I guess he was waiting on somebody like I was a few moments ago.
At this time, the shadow knew I was staring at him. He turned and nodded his head back and forth, then he commenced to taking the original position. While he was sitting there, he took out part of a newspaper that he had in his jacket pocket, so when he opened it up to read, I still couldn’t see his face, but the two shadows demonstrated they had a newspaper too. But I didn’t know who was actually reading it and the one who was just going through the motion. When the man got through one page and turned the page, the shadows followed suit, so it made it harder for me to pick him out, and I think he knew it.
As I started pacing from side to side wondering, “How am I going to get this shadow moving again?” Then out of the corner of my eye, I saw him standing on the bench seat with his arms folded and the newspaper closed while the man and the other shadow were still sitting down with their paper open.
I began to think, “Oh my, he’s got guts. Doesn’t anybody else see him? Apparently not!”
That was about the time Sally yelled at me and said, “What are you doing down there?”
I waved to her to come over here. She shrugged her head and came down and asked, “What are you doing, Henry? Where are we going to eat lunch at?”
I looked back at the bench where the shadow was, and he must have sat back down and had the paper open again! Then I told Sally about the story. She looked at me like I had flipped out or was beyond myself. I pointed the shadow out, and Sally, with excitement, said, “Where? I don’t see anything.”
And I casually said, “Right there!”
And now she thought I was joking with her because she didn’t see anything peculiar, except the way I was acting!
I tried my best to assure her this was real. I ended up pleading with her, then she finally said, “Okay, whatever, but I’m still hungry, and I only have an hour for lunch, so are you coming with me?”
“Wait a minute, Sally, I’m going over there to find out what is actually happening. I’ll be right back.”
“Well, hurry then, Henry, I’m not going to waste my lunch hour on this!”
So I went over to approach this man and his shadows that were sitting on the bus bench, and this was when he got up and started walking down the street, and the shadows followed. Now one shadow turned around and put his hands on his head while looking at me!
This responsive act brought attention to me and made me think this was a dauntless move on his part! He’s deliberately insinuating that he can get away without any repercussions. Then the shadow turned back around and went in his typical format following the other shadow. The man went down the street, standing in front of a restaurant when a woman showed up. They seemed to be greeting one another before entering through the door. That was when one shadow disappeared, and the other shadow looked as though it flew up into the air and left the scene.
I stared amazed at what I just saw, well, somewhat stunned. We thought, “I guess it’s gone!” So I began to walk back where I had left Sally, and I apologized to her about my inconsideration. She glanced at me in a somewhat spiteful way. Then she reminded me, “It’s getting late, and we need to hurry. Let’s go to the pizza palace. It’s about a block down the street.”
I smiled at her and replied, “That works for me.”
And when I turned to walk toward that direction, she noticed something behind me. When I began walking, the shadow tipped his hand from his head like he was introducing himself to Sally. During this short interaction, the shadow then proceeded to follow the other shadow acting as though nothing special happened.
Now at this point, Sally immediately stopped in her tracks, wondering, “Is this for real?” Then she saw I had two shadows following me! Her voice piped up shockingly and said, “Henry, do you realize that you have two shadows following you!”
I looked back at Sally and saw her face; it turned as pale as a ghost wearing a white sheet. While she was staring behind me was when I decided to turn my head around, and I only saw one shadow. Mine! I told her, “Sweetie, I only see my shadow.” She looked dismayed as if her whole concept of reality just flew out the window.