Who are you ? Who were you?

 

Who are you?    Where are you?

As I leave the confines of my small room off the main avenue to refresh my mind this evening. I walk into the street that is easy to walk on, here life was vibrant, noisy, and colorful. Shopkeepers welcome you as they have known you before. Before you know you have walked more than you wanted and now the walk back home.

Then a fair maiden suddenly crossed my path, ever so fleetingly, who was she? The ever-present undercurrent of the hunter and the prey rose up to the surface and the bloodhound in me started the chase.

I followed this fragrance with all my five senses street after street something in me reminded me that this fragrance in the wind was familiar to me but escaped my memory. Often wondered if it would lead me to the summer of my youth or to the winter that would lead me to my demise.

I thank my memory either way for jolting me to reality, reminding me of that fragrance that I was in hot pursuit of, it was truly a perfume of an upper-class working girl who was going to work, who probably never remembered her last few liaisons like yesterdays newspapers.

My world suddenly to a halt and just in time to bail me out of my fantasy and step into reality. I asked myself why was I so vain?. What would I gain after meeting this siren? So I turned and looked eagerly for a temple for my worldly penance before my journey became too tiresome to go back home to the other side dullness and boredom and mundane.

God bless you 

May all be well with you

DMD

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