Find a category to assign someone and lose the essence of who they are.
Maybe that day back in the summer of ’94 was just too bright. The sun shining like a million sparkling ocean waves. But back then he stood off in the distance, just a silhouette. I remember that day because we all melted. Pools of hot water that evaporated within minutes. Still, he stood off in the distance, just a silhouette. Some never came back down during July’s incessant rains. They’re still up, somewhere, in the sky, where we all secretly want to be.
The silhouette of a boy grew up not long after that summer. He moved off further into the distance, far enough for everyone to lose sight of him. I swear, though, that sometimes, on liquid summer days, his silhouette reappears off in the distance, just standing. At peace. As if waiting for July’s incessant rains to bring those who took to the skies.
And I suppose if that’s the way the story is to end, I can be at peace, too. After all, we’re all silhouettes standing off in the distance, in our own undefined ways, to strangers watching.