Autumn was happening, this noon they really couldn't deny feeling it anymore. It still was very warm under the high sun, but not unbearable hot. The leaves were starting to run orange and the smell of grape and olive oil harvest was in the air. People were more busy than usual, starting to renovate their houses for winter or do their own little harvest in their private gardens.
It was a rich, promising smell of work and crop which reminded Clint of his very first, long left behind home, as it happened so often these days. He found, surprised, that he began putting up with these kind of memories instead of locking them away immediately, like he had done it for decades. He let the hurt and bitterness pass and concentrated on the few good things this smell thought, accepting them as part of his past just like the other happy times he had had.
It was the harder way, maybe, the one he had to feel and deal with more, but in the long run maybe it was better to live a life with a little weight on his shoulders than always pretending. And spending his nights more screaming and crying than finding strength for a new day.
His tea was nearly finished, he realized in another moment of surprise, when he finally tore himself out of melancholy to really recognize, not just see, where they were actually headed. They had gone steadily up, that much he knew, but it had been a harmless, low rise, not one of these inhuman, dangerous stone stairs that connected the levels of the city.
They weren't too far gone, still in the neighborhood, the better one, really, where the houses and gardens were very neat and colorful and the autumn roses spread a nearly numbing breeze.
What had made him wake from his thoughtfulness though was a sound he had come to know very well by now... Quiet meowing, from many kittens, who sounded older than their little ward was.
"Ah. Feeding time at Angelina's."
He nodded at a small white house on the other side of the street, with a completely open garden. In between thick, overgrown bushes they could spot their householder in a group of cats with a huge bucket over her arm, throwing out little pieces of meat and fruit to her crowd. Not a scene he wanted to disturb, for more than one reason.
"Just warning you, she probably won't rest until she knows all about the baby if we go there now."
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Date: 2014-07-09 11:11 am (UTC)From:It was a rich, promising smell of work and crop which reminded Clint of his very first, long left behind home, as it happened so often these days. He found, surprised, that he began putting up with these kind of memories instead of locking them away immediately, like he had done it for decades. He let the hurt and bitterness pass and concentrated on the few good things this smell thought, accepting them as part of his past just like the other happy times he had had.
It was the harder way, maybe, the one he had to feel and deal with more, but in the long run maybe it was better to live a life with a little weight on his shoulders than always pretending. And spending his nights more screaming and crying than finding strength for a new day.
His tea was nearly finished, he realized in another moment of surprise, when he finally tore himself out of melancholy to really recognize, not just see, where they were actually headed. They had gone steadily up, that much he knew, but it had been a harmless, low rise, not one of these inhuman, dangerous stone stairs that connected the levels of the city.
They weren't too far gone, still in the neighborhood, the better one, really, where the houses and gardens were very neat and colorful and the autumn roses spread a nearly numbing breeze.
What had made him wake from his thoughtfulness though was a sound he had come to know very well by now... Quiet meowing, from many kittens, who sounded older than their little ward was.
"Ah. Feeding time at Angelina's."
He nodded at a small white house on the other side of the street, with a completely open garden. In between thick, overgrown bushes they could spot their householder in a group of cats with a huge bucket over her arm, throwing out little pieces of meat and fruit to her crowd. Not a scene he wanted to disturb, for more than one reason.
"Just warning you, she probably won't rest until she knows all about the baby if we go there now."