tightwires between action and inaction [OPEN]
WHO: Blue and surprise guests
WHERE: A park that is not central but still rather nice ok
WHEN: Saturday and Sunday afternoons
WARNINGS: Feelings and sensing YOUR feelings...
SUMMARY: frysdog.gif
FORMAT: No (whatever you want)
SATURDAY
There was no need to wander far to sense the people near and around the park, but motion became purpose in of itself in that time. Blue's thoughts trailed behind, subdued by action for a while, and anxiety, too, was stayed by simply putting one foot in front of the other. Methodical, slow, quiet; early falling leaves crinkled mutely, not dry enough for that loud, telltale signal of autumn. It was coming around again - a second chance to see the colors change until everything faded into gray and white.
It was already in the air, with the cool breeze and thick clouds passing in front of the sun. Already Blue heard the unspoken complaints about a winter soon to come, of blustering winds that only grew greater between tall buildings, snatching hats and papers and giving harried workers more reason to hustle than they needed. The complaints were dimmer where he was now, where the abundance of nature steered thoughts to softer things and introspection. While those things, too, kept him from drawing too far into himself, it was not why he was there. He was looking and listening for someone he would not find that day.
SUNDAY
He sat on a backless stone bench, facing the garden, hands folded and settled in his lap. It was a prayerful kind of pose, but his thoughts hadn't strayed into wishful thinking yet. Again he was listening, his extra sense stretching out beyond him to seek out familiarity in whatever form it would reveal. He knew patience better than most, as his life was double that of any average human's already, but his time in the City had given him a mold to try and settle into: fleeting, fast months filled with so much more than waiting and listening. To wait and listen now gave him a bit of the impatience that much of the City was soaked in.
Yet he knew how to wait. He waited, eyes following passers-by until they vanished from his peripheral. There were a number more on the weekend - less work, Blue knew. But he was resolved, at least, to not allow himself to become swallowed up in all that thought again. Wait, look, listen. Pinch his skin if he felt too far drawn away from his cause.
If anything, he thought grimly, it was decent practice.
WHERE: A park that is not central but still rather nice ok
WHEN: Saturday and Sunday afternoons
WARNINGS: Feelings and sensing YOUR feelings...
SUMMARY: frysdog.gif
FORMAT: No (whatever you want)
SATURDAY
There was no need to wander far to sense the people near and around the park, but motion became purpose in of itself in that time. Blue's thoughts trailed behind, subdued by action for a while, and anxiety, too, was stayed by simply putting one foot in front of the other. Methodical, slow, quiet; early falling leaves crinkled mutely, not dry enough for that loud, telltale signal of autumn. It was coming around again - a second chance to see the colors change until everything faded into gray and white.
It was already in the air, with the cool breeze and thick clouds passing in front of the sun. Already Blue heard the unspoken complaints about a winter soon to come, of blustering winds that only grew greater between tall buildings, snatching hats and papers and giving harried workers more reason to hustle than they needed. The complaints were dimmer where he was now, where the abundance of nature steered thoughts to softer things and introspection. While those things, too, kept him from drawing too far into himself, it was not why he was there. He was looking and listening for someone he would not find that day.
SUNDAY
He sat on a backless stone bench, facing the garden, hands folded and settled in his lap. It was a prayerful kind of pose, but his thoughts hadn't strayed into wishful thinking yet. Again he was listening, his extra sense stretching out beyond him to seek out familiarity in whatever form it would reveal. He knew patience better than most, as his life was double that of any average human's already, but his time in the City had given him a mold to try and settle into: fleeting, fast months filled with so much more than waiting and listening. To wait and listen now gave him a bit of the impatience that much of the City was soaked in.
Yet he knew how to wait. He waited, eyes following passers-by until they vanished from his peripheral. There were a number more on the weekend - less work, Blue knew. But he was resolved, at least, to not allow himself to become swallowed up in all that thought again. Wait, look, listen. Pinch his skin if he felt too far drawn away from his cause.
If anything, he thought grimly, it was decent practice.