The Greatest Smugness
The day was one of wind, blown with dreams and wishes. It was just about when the light was greeting the oceans of shadows that I saw the man. His hair, lightly caressed by the sun’s color, blew violently in the wind. It seemed to be stabbing me. Yelling to me, run, run! But I didn’t. if only for the fact that my toes wiggled with the wind and my stomach twisted from the cold. Perhaps from fear too. Perhaps.