“He’s down here, sitting in the garden.”
We walked around a corner and I saw the old man sitting, just staring across the small lily pond, not noticing our arrival at all.
He glanced up at us as we came to his side, but returned his attention to his gardens and the water.
We waited, letting him take his time, though I felt a little chilled, just standing there. It was partially cloudy and a bit windy.
I must have made some noise as I shifted my weight to my other foot, for he turned towards me and smiled knowingly.
“Young man,” he said, “what are you seeing?”
“A beautiful garden. A pond. A bridge.” I shrugged, feeling a little uncomfortable under his gaze. “Yes, it is peaceful. So static…” Continue reading