The Moment

Some thirty seconds later, the old man with the umbrella accidentally forgot his great epiphany. And feeling vaguely nostalgic for something, he sat down on a wooden bench stained like wet charcoal to watch the bittersweet raindrops exploding on the asphalt.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s