man and his thoughts

The day was dark and furious but there was a serene feeling deep inside the hole of Serena. No way could the day have started anymore oddly beautiful. Tiny drops of dew lay along the window, sliding down as the day began with a ferocious thunder. She wondered if she would see him today as every other day. Perched on the wall off of 5th Avenue just staring at people and trying to figure them out. One day he had actually jumped off to observe someone a little closer and he almost scared the woman who was walking by with her child. This man was not offensive looking in his khaki shorts, and yellow t shirt that said "save the bees" yet he had a weirdness about him that made her scared to ask him what she had always wanted to ask him.

For some reason she knew deep inside that if she spoke with this man that he would no doubt end up being some kind of serial stalker. He was so interesting. Maybe it was the spontaneity that he showed as he caressed peoples facial profiles with his eyes and wondered whether or not they cared that he was staring at them. Serena built up the nerve to approach him on this thunderous day and ask him what he was trying to see in others? Was it his life's goal to sit here atop this perch of superiority or maybe he felt the perch was one of reflection and unattachment from the norm? Either way she had to know and on her way to work when she turned the corner onto his street he wasn't there.

For some reasons deep in her gut she felt panic start to form. As she walked by the spot where he stared into people's souls she spotted a small piece of paper lying on the concrete stub: The perch. She read the paper and then she looked around her as if she knew he was there staring at her from a distance. She stuffed the paper into her pocket and continued on her way to work.

To be continued...