He had his legs crossed while resting his jaw on his palm, listening to the amplified pulse of the rain on the thin iron sheets of the roof above him. There he sat with a cat in front of a barbershop sign – which was hand painted on a window glass- while they both waited out the pluvial weather.
This companion snuggled against his feet, supposing for warmth. Playfully making its acquaintance, it had little trouble conveying its mind to him, unaware of the passing automobiles a few paces away.
He envied its relentlessness to dismiss hesitation, above all its innocence. Little by little, a sudden urge dawned onto him to make a sketch of the feline, or maybe taking him home should he be stray.
He admired the distinct patterns of its fur – elaborate and it appeared warm – they were the color of ginger however sometimes it changes into amber when the sun is setting low.
While his was a little ashen above the ears, he thought of having a trim but hesitated. His hair resembled the patches on a gloomy monsoon sky such as what can be seen on that day.
With complete abandon, he sets aside the idea.
Some twenty minutes had passed, the rain let up, and he started moving again. Soon, the soles of his boots found its way crunching against the gravel walkway of the crematorium of the community parish.
These days she would have probably liked to wander about the provinces on shuttles somewhere. He can imagine her peering at the world outside the window. The thatches of the hut houses would be brown and crisp, scattered at the footsteps of the isosceles mountain backdrop. The clouds scudding across the powder blue skies, as high as they could while the sunbeams appear to be just fair, intermittently peeping through the etched leaves and tree branches warming up the scenery.
There will be no more motion sickness, lack of sleep and heartburns.
He wanted to tell her how wonderful the children have grown and how the other day they asked about what bellybuttons are for.
On his way home, standing on the train being a little taller than an average person, he looked around the crowns of the passengers and it reminded him of a landscape of hay swallowed in the somber nighttime during summer.