a story with no name
Heinrich was on his way to his old
professor's house. Their had been a discussion he had earlier with an
acquaintance. This talk had captured Heinrich's mind and would not let it go. It
brought forth many questions in Heinrich's mind. He wished to discuss them with
someone for whom he trusted. He had these thoughts on his mind while the smells
of the garden surrounded him. He was perplexed but noticed every butterfly take
flight. Sometimes he thought of the wonders of lift, the beauty of aerodynamics,
insect muscles and seemingly tiny creatures seeking out there way while he was
doing the same. In this morass of thought, he passed through the gardens like he
had done many of times in the past.
There were many meandering passageways throughout the garden. It spread out for
acres surrounding and permeating the small town. The shortest of distances could
become the longest of treks depending on which path you take. This can be a
welcome for those who have much to think about or tiresome depending on your
frame of mind. There were people of all types that sought refuge in this shady
haven. The hikers who sought a rural excursion from the city's demands. The
naturalist delighting in the wonders of nature. The children feeding everything
submerged and floating in the lake. The people in canoes who loved to float and
traverse distances surrounded by water but safe from it at the same time. The
lovers on a secret liaison delighting in their new found passions. The troubled
seeking quiet reflection. Friends seeking a place to talk alone about something
important only to them. The families picnics where everyone communes with nature
and bonds like only families can. The artist with easel and palette taking in
the colors while spattering and brushing them to the emptiness of the canvas.
While the gardens were teaming with life both human and none human, all were at
ease and secluded owing to the immensity and diversity of the untouched
environment.
Heinrich was well on in years. Not filled with the in trepidation of full
fledged youth. Not ready to fling himself at any obstacle regardless of the
danger. His courage laid in wait to be tested in ways for which it had been
strengthened and trained. He was a handsome man with strong facial features,
bright eyes with light brown hair. He was strong in body and will. He did not
rival with his contemporaries. He sought ways to test himself on a daily and
even hourly basis if there were the means. In this way he was always
accomplishing something. His goals were set but he never worried about straying
from the main goal when there was something to be learned along the way. Every
task was something worth doing to his fullest capability. Like most memory
dictates the length of time spent on any one thing; while Heinrich's memory was
long he too found himself lost to the capriciousness of his whims.
This morning he strolled by a lovely of a girl. He knew not her name, but was
intrigued. She sat on her knees in the soft grass. She admired a lovely patch of
flowers. She had beautifully long curly locks. Depending on the sunlight
filtering in from the canopy of trees overhead, the dispersed sunlight gleaming
on every strand showing a different color of ruby red to more earthly dark brown
hues.