This Old House
Two friends were bored on a Friday night.
Deciding that there was nothing to do just by themselves, they roped a few other people in.
Eventually, they had five people with nothing to do.
There but for the grace of God, someone came up with an Idea.
It was a pleasant enough night, why not paint it red?
Packing into a Civic, they drove through the city, but nothing there really excited them, so they drove further out into the country.
Country roads being notoriously narrow and curvy meant that the boys took their time,
...going as fast as possible.
Eventually they came upon an interesting site; a long since abandoned farm.
They came to that understanding given the dated (and rusted out) farm equipment sitting in the same spot for the last 50 years.
They made their way up the long driveway to the main house with a few flashlights lighting their way.
The night was not too cold and fortunate for them, a full moon was able to illuminate what else the flashlights could not reach, but even so, the house seemed as if no light could touch it.
Covered with thick ivy and moss, it was actually fairly easy to climb.
Entering through the upstairs window, the gang were met in a long hallway illuminated only from the moonlight in the hallway.
Going down a once grand spiral staircase, they found themselves in the living room still having the sitting chairs and book cases; even the decades old tea cups still sat in place on the tables.
But suddenly, the last thing the friends expected came from the kitchen…
“You boys should have saved yourselves the trouble and knocked on the front door...”
“...it was open.”
A little girl woke up every morning before school, just as the sun was rising.
She made sure to go to sleep early enough in the evening to wake up early enough in order to see this fantastic event.
It was a phenomenon that occurred every single day without fail.
She would of course tell her friends and family about this daily, momentous, occasions, but it apparently did not strike them as so fabulous; especially so early in the morning.
But it did not matter, she was in league with an ancient tradition…
...since time immemorial people have endeavored to catch sight of one of the most beautiful things in the whole world.
20 minutes before sunrise, she would wake and prepare herself for the upcoming day so she could begin her day uninhibited after catching glimpse of this sight.
When the time came, she would climb up onto the highest branch of the oak tree in her backyard…
...and enjoy the time by herself.
A high schooler was waiting for his sister to pick him up from an end of the year ceremony.
A few underclassmen were chosen to be chaperones for the school's celebration of the graduating seniors.
He did not have much to do but man the doors and clean up after the festivities.
Clean up took very little time and it was not long before everything was done.
He, being too young to drive, had to wait a little before his sister got off work to pick him up, so he did what he could to pass the time...
...but eventually all options were exhausted and he just had to wait on the bench outside.
It was not too bad however, the benches faced the parking lot, so he got to see all the parents embrace their sons and daughters; delighting in their children's success.
He always loved to watch people; creating stories and fictions about who they were, what they were think and where they were going.
However, his sister was going to come later than he thought; he watched as the parents and soon-to-be graduates slowly trickled out.
Until only one car was left.
In front of it was a father and his son.
This pair struck him more than the others; who could not help to think that all the other people had other things in mind:
Parties to go to.
Just leaving the parking lot...
In this case, the father was only concerned about his son, and son concerned only about is father.
...and what really affected him was there embrace.
It lasted longer than any normal hug would be, but he was finally able to see a true form of love.
A love that existed without any time or space.
Of course eventually the pair left the teen by himself,
...but certainly not without something to say.
He took a notebook out of his bookbag.
The Night Rider
A teen had a curfew instilled by his parents.
They thought that no children should be out past nine at night.
But who were they to know? They only gave out unnecessary rules and did not allow kids to “have any fun.”
...especially if the kids were grown adults.
As always, just after midnight; when everyone else in the house was asleep or at least secured in their room and could not hear much, that is when the teen showed his rebellious spirit.
Their room being on the ground floor, it was not difficult to leave out, it was just a case of putting a foot stool under window to give them some more leverage coming in and going out.
For many nights, this was the thing to do, but eventually the dog got a hold of the jailbreak.
One night he muzzled the footstool out of the way in anticipation of the teen coming back, but being too late for man and dog, soon fell asleep.
...until the teen came back.
A guy was the former all-star, state champion swimmer for his school.
Enough time had lapsed since his “glory”that the last time he even dipped a toe in a pool was in highschool.
And of course, enough “other” priorities have kept him out of the realm of fitness almost entirely, save for climbing stairs to his office at work since there were no elevators.
His boss announced a get together barbecue at his place that weekend.
Of course, he did not give any more thought to it other than it sounded like it would be a pleasant time.
When Saturday came and he got to his boss house, he saw everyone in the back; when he go there, lo and behold…
...a gorgeous swimming pool stared back at him.
He was able to get through the barbecue portion of the day’s events pleasant enough, though of course, the temptation was always in the back of his mind to “take the plunge”.
When afternoon bled into evening, the festivities were taken inside.
When a party game had the rest of the goers occupied, he found his chance,
...he left everyone and took the dip.
He made sure to make his “entry” as quiet as possible, not to startle everyone with a large splash.
His dive was successful, even after all these years.
“Still got it.”