A Pause, a Breath, an Opening of a Door.

A Pause, a Breath, an Opening of a Door.

When the crescent moon arrived in the night time of the day, a young gentleman walked into his flat and discovered beauty.

His flat was empty, as he had sold all his furniture to pay half his debts.  The other half of his debts weighed on his mind like ten thousand anvils, and the future in general weighed one hundred thousand more.

But he discovered beauty, and that was a brief respite.  The beauty was what he saw through the small window, the only window in his miniscule apartment.  He saw smoke rising from a dozen different chimneys set against an eruption of deep hues in the atmosphere.  A flock of birds was flying away in the distance.

He climbed into the window seat and soaked in the beauty, which was a powerful medicine. 

All of a sudden he looked down. The contrast.  Down into the grime, the despicable depths of the dirtiest streets.  And he saw everything, every minute piece of scum that represented all that had torn him from the future of his dreams.  He opened the window.  He spit onto the street six stories below.

Then slowly but with steady movements, Daniel stepped onto the window’s ledge.  Bitterness filled his eyes and every other aspect of his face.  Then emptiness replaced everything.

First one foot lifted.  His weight shifted slightly.

Knock ! Knock! Knock! On his door.

He stepped back.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

He climbed down from the sill.  He climbed down from the seat.  He walked across the empty flat and grasped the faded brass door-knob. A pause, a breath, an opening of a door.

-Michael