A walk back Home
After a brief shower of rain now there
are fewer clouds on the sky paving the way for the sun to the front. As I jump
out of the bus and start climbing down the stairs, which are covered by trees
at both sides, I am enjoying every single ray of the golden yellow sun that is
shimmering brightly. The moist and cold breeze brushing through my hair just
sent a shiver through my body. After bathing in the rain, wet dead leaves are pretending
to carry life. A feeble earthworm pops out from under a leaf and is now
trying to slither to the fissure at the far end of the stair. The lone presence
of this meek creature reminds me of stream banks of Australia that allow
inhabitance of the larger and stronger version of the docile and tame creature
in front of me.
Shoving off the impression of the worm,
I step further down and notice the beautiful raindrops, marathoning on the
leaves of a tree whose branches are so incredibly lowered that I wonder if the
sole purpose of their life is it to hug the earth below them. The raindrops are
jumping and slipping over every leaf, eventually descending to the earth where
they cease to exist and become a part of the moist earth. I try to guess what
game the raindrops are playing. Is it to slip through all the leaves? Or to
reach the soil first? May be it is both at once!
Now I have reached the road that
separates two staircases. I stop to let the car pass which seems to be passing
the road as slow as possible as if it is in the competition with the snail that
is slithering at the side of road.
As I climb down the second staircase a
black image in the woods at my right side grabs my attention. With the first
glance I can guess that it is the “Sponge-bob”-a black cat that is found
nowhere but in these specific woods. She is deeply gazing at the branches of a
young tree in front of her as if all the secrets of world are discernible in
the twists of the branches and she has to study them all.
My thoughts are disrupted by a kid who
is climbing up the stairs in full speed. After climbing some stairs he stops
and I see him panting hard, trying to get some more air to assist his fast and
quick exhalations. After balancing his breathes he runs again upward,
probably to the superstore near bus station.
As soon as I came out of the thick roof of
long, intermingled branches of trees hugging each other I gaze up, hoping to see
a rainbow but my eyes rest back once they don’t find such a thing on sky. I
punch in the opening lock of the door and as soon as I get in I stand right in
front of the dehumidifier to get rid of the only unpleasant thing of the rain-“the
wet shoes and feet”.
