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I might be on my way back here for sure. I don't know yet. In reality I probably am, but my conscious mind isn't quite made up yet (yes, I know it sound stupid but that's how it is).

I am moved by people's concern and show of support. I want to thank you all properly, but I don't quite know how... I have a hug set aside in my heart for each and every one of you. I hope and wish I will be able to give it to you some day.


And like the topic says, once I wrote about a boy in a rainstorm. Earlier this week, the day when everything went kablooie for me and I destroyed my flatscreen monitor with my bare hands, I stood at my apartement window, looking out.

Unlike smith's sunny state, we have true winter here right now. For two days we had tons of snow, then it quickly melted away in a couple of hours... Now it's just below zero (and yes, that is the Celsius scale zero, for you US types. Smile). That day however I suppose it was a few paltry degrees above freezing.

I stood at my window, looking out. The sky was barely visible above the houses across the big enclosed yard, and it was cloudy and iron-gray in color. Most of the trees have shed all their leaves, only a few confused birches still keeping a firm grip on their dead, yellow leaves, and the firs have their green needles of course.

I stand there looking out for no particular reason, not thinking about anything in particular either (at least nothing pleasant). I suddenly see movement down there. Something orange is moving. A boy, kicking a soccer ball along the ground. And there's another boy in blue. They can't be more than ten years old, plus or minus one or maybe two years, they're only partly visible through the thicket of trees growing in the middle of the yard. I see them jog along together with the ball, probably playing. I'm thinking, at least some people are having fun and enjoying themselves.

Then I see the boy in the orange jacket fall. I can't see for what reason he fell due to the distance and all the trees, I think maybe he tripped over something, the ball itself perhaps. He falls down and I expect him to bounce up again and brush himself off and continue playing like kids do. He does not, he stays there on the ground. It looks like he's hitting the asphalt in anger with his hand. After a little while he does get up. The other boy does not help him.

The boy in the orange jacket suddenly starts chasing the boy in the blue jacket. He kicks at him at about waist-height, but I don't think it was a hard kick. He pushes the other kid, it does not appear to be playful. It looks like angry actions to me. Then I see him turn around and head off in the opposite direction and head up the stairs to the upper levels of the apartement blocks, alone.

The boy in the blue has also turned around. He stops briefly to pick up the ball and then he walks away as well. All by himself.


What can appear to be all fun and games sometimes is something altogether different. Maybe it affected me, I don't know.

Or maybe I just misinterpreted the whole thing, from start to end, who knows. But this is how it appeared to me that day.


-Lenny



"But he that hath the steerage of my course,
direct my sail."

-William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, Act One, Scene IV
 
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