Quiet Afternoon

He was there, probably jotting down notes he read from the internet via his cell phone. We were a mere one metre apart; him on the bench on one side, and I on another bench almost directly opposite him. Somehow, I began to mimic him, fished out a notebook I have been carrying but only then got to recall to pen down my thoughts; fleeting thoughts that I won’t recall after writing them down. Perhaps, the need for the act of writing is indeed to catch before it vaporizes… And then the warm beams that highlighted a part of his silhouette began to dim and quietly fade away after he took his leave from the quiet afternoon. The sun sets just half an hour to 5 in the late afternoon. Autumn days are here to stay, just briefly so.


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