A Lazy Sunday Afternoon

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon. My neighbor girl, standing on the balcony, was looking at the sky with her wide eyes. I was on the other balcony, also cold, reading my book. Well, not actually reading because she really took my attention. I could see her fine nose, a little bit up, smelling the air. The nice smell from the air.

Up above the sky, there were some flying birds returning their home. She was still staring at the sky with a confused expression. No happiness, no sadness, nothing. I could see her eyelash from my place. They must have been so long and curly that I could notice from about two matters and a half. I tried to read my book again with my eyes sometimes looking at her. Half an hour past. It was almost dark. Most of the birds were disappearing from the sky.

Some others enjoy the darkening process. No sunset in the corner but still it was beautiful. I put my book back to my bag. Tired of standing, I walked to reach room. A few inches from it, I stopped. I turned my head to see the girl again. She also stood up. A few steps away from the balcony. Her long brown hair and skirt were flying so beautifully on the cold air.

I was wondering what’s on her mind now. It seemed like she just could not help it. She was trying to manage her feeling but then, she really could not help it. She kept something in her heart, wishing that she could do the same with that, letting the futile soil absorbed it so it did not have to be her burden.

I was still there, watching her. She did not notice me. That might be better.