Friday, 19 April 2013

The philosopher

I met him early one morning. 

His beard was full of dew drops he had picked up from the grass while finding his breakfast. Looking much like an intense thinker and unconcerned with his surroundings, he let me hang out for a while. 

After a few minutes, I became so absorbed in his presence that even I blocked out everything around us. When I finally looked up, a crowd had gathered. A few were wondering what was worth laying on the cold, wet grass. Others smiled.