As I was driving to my physiotherapy, as I do
every morning, the thought of my friend, the man in the Beige Suit popped into
my mind. Though I have never spoken to him personally, I consider him to be a
friend. It warms my heart when I see him. While I was driving the thought of
his being alive and kicking came into my mind and a feeling of loss filled my
heart.
The physiotherapy session last for forty-five
minutes and this morning we worked more on stretching exercise than anything
else. End of a school semester can be quite tense and my back somehow seemed to
be knotted up. After the torture session, as I call it, I felt much better.
I drove up the usual street that I always do
when driving home and then I spotted him. My friend was walking up the street
but not in beige. He was wearing a dark blue suit. He looked a bit older and
his back was a bit more curved than the last time I had seen him. He seemed to
be happy but also in a hurry although he was taking careful steps.
I was elated. Really excited to see him and
took the courage to wave at him. However, he did not see it. I noticed that on
this morning he was accompanied. He was being followed by a beautiful black
dog. I believe it was a stray dog for I did not recognize its breed. Not that I
am any good at that anyway, but there are some that I can recognize.
What a blessing it was to see my dear friend
walking up the street with a companion. My friend had found himself a friend.
( written June 20, 2012)
copyright ©2012 - Todos os direitos reservados a Meire Marion.
copyright ©2012 - Todos os direitos reservados a Meire Marion.
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