Thursday, February 03, 2005

That Old Man And Me

I’ve just been out in the rain here. It is hideously cold and the rain was just as cold. I wanted to feel it. I just let the rain wash my face. Then I saw an old man, and he smiled at me because I probably looked a little funny standing in the rain and enjoying it. That man was about seventy years old and I said ‘hello there, how are you today?’ He said he was fine but cold. I said I was fine but cold too. I started walking and he walked with me. I said, 'can I take your hand?' And he said, 'that would be very nice.' I took his old hand and that is how we walked, that old man and me, hand in hand in the rain, until we both had to go in another direction.

2 comments:

Sean Farragher said...

This story is perfect Buter: humane, elegant and larger than the words.

Buter said...

Thanks mister Farragher. BTW, are you an old man yourself? :)