Voyeur

With a deep and happy breath he placed himself on his usual spot. Today had been a lazy day and it looked like it would be a lazy week. So there he sat without a worry in the world.

Well rested, and warmed up after a brief walk, he was hyper aware for the first time in days. He rubbed his eyes and brought his hand down over his face, as though he was preparing to see everything he possibly could. He lent back, spread his arms over the bench and waited like a spider on her web.

His eyes seemed to scatter, unsure who they should follow. The park has too many distractions right now. But amongst the swaying trees and happy, trimmed greenery confusion dies a quick, unnoticed death. Or at least it seemed to have for him. His eyes quickly spotted a regular. A woman who always looked at he ground and wore yellow walked past, lost in whatever world her ear phones had taken her to. She alone walked anti-clockwise on the parks circular footpath, today and always.

He greeted the old couple with a sly stare and bowed head. When they dragged their feet, he only listed to their feet drag almost in respect. They notice he’d forgotten all about the woman only when their old couples voices disappeared. A few men walks by, they’re noisy,young. They sit on a bench that’s just out of his view.He can still hear then. Whatever it is they say, it makes him smile a smug smile.

The lights flicker on, hawk eyed parents shepherd their unwilling kids away. The park is far less noisy and he closes his eyes when voices become more observable than people. Soon lights streamed on the park from open windows. The houses that flanked the park contained shadows and people. From his bench he must have seen their intricate dances and stitched together stories from the  little bits of life he stole glances at. He seemed particularly transfixed by a young girl who lived in a rented house with blue walls on the outside and yellow on the inside. The play between the colors made her seem like a showpiece. A figment of imagination transposed on a bizarre, nonsensical background from a dream.

He left when the night grew quieter still, the lights dimer despite the growing darkness and the crowd less prone to meekness. He looked down at the ground, lost in thought, aware of nothing but the road ahead of him.

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