Roaming by the riverbed has always been leisure for me. The calm breeze that purifies my soul can no longer repeat itself. My mind never stays still, does yours?
Like the waves, my mind brews with ideas to fade away, to only come back another day. It was a winter afternoon when I went strolling near the riverbed to only find random seniors bouncing the ball at a constant pace. Were they known or unknown to me, was not my concern, but the basketball looked so beaming in that weather, that I surely looked like a possessed stranger casting a spell at it, was I not?
The winter evening breeze swept the moment in a daze, now I sit by my window and feel the moment within me. I was invited for the first time by strangers to play with them, I was not judged by my behavior, my color, my race, my discomfort was washed away by the rising wind. The warmth that brushed past me still lingered.
That is the last moment I remembered being near the riverbed. My first attempt at being cozy with seniors of an unknown college, an environment worth lasting forever. But, such moments never last for long, do they?
As I was leaving the country, the only memory I had of it, was the time I was near the riverbed, with unknown seniors, I have given my last shot.
