Writing: Moment in Time - Alone

He sits in his car, lost in thought. No, he ruefully amends, thoughts not lost. Every thought becomes text, scrawled in poor light on low quality paper. Watching the people walk to and from the bar he sits outside of, he can only imagine the world inside. There is no one generation that enters that den of booze and music. Old, you, middle aged, they all gather on common ground. The sounds from their combined voices mix with shouts into a microphone and the strumming sounds of music, all assailing him even from this considerable distance.

The night is warm on his skin as he sits in idle thought. Almost glad he did not go in, almost. A screech of feedback followed by an equally annoying screech of a singer confirms. The sounds of the night overwhelmed by the sounds of what some consider music. Admitting to himself that he enjoys it to a point, another sound returns fire. Almost in response to the singers challenge, nature herself picks up an interesting countermeasure. Birds, crickets, and assorted insects cast their defiant shout and create an almost violent concoction that makes neither man nor nature sound attractive.

He sinks into his seat, the heat affecting him more than he lets on. Like disobedient children, the contending forces steal away his inner thoughts. An artist trying to make a masterpiece from the inside of a loudspeaker, he smiles. Only fleetingly does his mind focus on one thing or another, but never long enough to remember. Romance, finance, life, and love all briefly skim his consciousness, but are just as quickly removed.

Snapped back from sour musings, he smacks a gnat from his neck. In that brief moment, he envies that small life. Born for one purpose, it gave its life in complete singleness of purpose. He slides even further into his seat, his mind focusing hard. What is my purpose, he muses, only to have his thoughts stolen once again. Not many people would do, could do, what he was doing now. Sitting in the warm Florida twilight, thoughtless besides listening to the fighting tunes of man versus nature.