Written by walter

Monday, 22 September 2008

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What really happened, though immaterial, is going to stay with me for quite some time.

To clarify, I need to provide some details. First and foremost, I, like many, do some jogging, not to impress my constituents but to keep the blood flowing through my aching muscles; therefore, I jog unnoticeably at dawn for 45 minutes. Of course, not on the high streets, parks or tracks, simply in my confined front yard.

In summer time, I place my socks and jumpsuit next to my mattress on the floor so that I can quickly grab them at the wee hours, without turning the lights on or awaking others. Anyway, I woke up before dawn. First, I put on my track pants barefooted since it's easier to pass the feet through, and then the socks. Having pulled up one sock, I reached for the other one. Fumbling, I found nothing. I kept rubbing my hand on the floor for a couple of minutes to no avail. Cursing, I turned on the light and checked everywhere around the bed, but to my amazement, the other sock was missing. Giving up, I took another pair out of the drawer.

That morning, before jogging, I had an extra task to do: to check the location of a new sign on a wall at the intersection, about 500 yards away. To check the spot I had to climb up a railing on a wall and to stretch vigorously my limbs. Having finished, I loosened my grips and le me fall about two yards. Dusting firmly my pants and the unzipped jacket, I walked back to the front yard to begin my exercise.

During the exercise, I usually watch the sky while it changes colors: from pitch-black to dark indigo. Then, to dark blue, blue, light blue and grey. When the sky is grey, the sun is about to rise. Now, it coincides with the presence of my favorite bird who perches on trees and keeps moving from east to west, while singing some notes sounding something like 'Me goanna tell'm'. He is larger than a sparrow; hooded with a yellow spot under the tail. When he leaves, it is clear enough.

It was at this very moment that I saw the missing sock lying on the front yard area! I could not believe my eyes. Many ideas rushed to my mind: could it be a passed-away beloved trying to contact me, or could it be a wicket spirit playing dirty tricks on me, or could it be a sign from yonder places trying to pass a message? Or was it simply a trivial incidence with some missing links? Well, I opted for the last one.

However, I do believe that the same itty-bitty oddities can be a source of inspiration leading to inventions, discoveries and revelations. Wasn't it the falling of an apple that led Sir Isaac Newton to the discovery of the laws of gravitation? Only time can tell me the significance of the sign. I need to wait for another apocalyptic pop-up!

The story above is a satire or parody. It is entirely fictitious.

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