Date: Tuesday, November 16, 1999
Frank's Reflections; Part One
I come upon an elderly gentleman on a bench, his hands outstretched resting
on his cane. On his lips an absentminded smile. He wears his coat to keep
him warm and a hat to protect him from the weather. The golden sunrays
filter through the leaves, sending alternating shafts of bright light and
shade upon his face. He gazes out at nothingness, deep in thought, or
listening, but to what I wonder? So I pause and attempt to focus my ears
with my eyes tightly shut, to the barrage of sounds, to pick out what might
be his fancy. The traffic, sure, but more, a bird a-chirping in a tree, and
children laughing, shouting in glee on some far away playground or a
backyard hide-away. The sounds of life that passes us by in our hurry day
world. This a soft gentle memory of my Dad, one day in Edmonds, Washington.
Frank Northup; 16 November 1999
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