Character Sketch (April Page a Day)

I am a coward. It is clear and there is no way to escape it. I am a coward and the people I love ignore it. No wants to admit that their relative has the spine of a jellyfish.  The coward you know, the coward who does make any waves and lives the life you expect.

Of  course, they encourage my cowardliness. You need to be careful. You shouldn’t take that risk. Or that one. Always have a back up plan.  Are you sure about that? Well, have you thought about this or that? Do you really need to do that ? Wear that ? Or be so bold ? bossy? pushy? Overbearing?

Day after day, I wake up and get dressed in my cowardly apparel.  Dress pants, a tasteful shirt, heels not too high or too short and jewelry adding just a hint of personality.  Get along and move along. Just be yourself, but not too much yourself.  Break the mold, just …

Just it is too much to be this way and too much to let go and walk away. It is all too much.

I break and then I tape myself back together again.

Day in and day out, I do it over and over again, living this prescribed life, searching for the meme that is going to set me free.

Saturday Morning Sketch

Sunlight on a Saturday
Sunlight on a Saturday

He was trying to absorb some of the hope offer by the sun as it reached through the trees into the darkness of the urban park. His head bend to all the way to clasped hands, eyes closed, pleading for something to change.  Pleading for a miracle. Just had he had every other morning since he had begun sleeping there.

“Come on, boy..” the sound of another intruder breaking the tranquility that drew him and the others to the park broke his concentration.  He looked up to find a tall woman silently making her way along the path.  If she hadn’t called out to the black lab walking beside her, he never would have heard them coming. She wasn’t rushing along ignoring her surroundings.  Her pace was smooth.  The animal beside her ambling along just a peacefully. Her eyes were covered by a pair of big sunglasses, but the smile on her face warmed him more than the sun had in the last hour.  He bet that the smile reached all the way to her eyes.

“Good Morning, sir.”

He just smiled and nodded. His ears not believing what she had just said.  His head returned to begging for his miracle. His change.

And there it was.

Above is a character sketch based on a man I saw in the park while I was walking Luke. The man struck me with the peace in his stance, but the desperation in his eyes. I have no idea if he is really homeless.  As I was writing those details just flowed onto the page.  Not sure where this one is going, but it needed out of my head and onto the page. 

Please let me know what you think.