I saw a new face in the neighborhood this morning.

He was wearing a creased, loose white shirt with its sleeves hiding his hands, and a loose red necktie hanging round its ed collar; a loose black slacks covering the heels of his shoes, and weirdly thick black belt round his stomach higher up his navel. His style was kind of esoteric I should say, with his hair even having that yellow dye on a soldier’s cut. But when it came to his face, there was only one word I could say:

Perfect.

He was like the sunrise of the cold blue dusk, and so my feet dragged me to where he was going.

I found him walking toward the swing, there under the apple tree, and suddenly I got the feeling to also spend the morning outside and breathe the fresh scent of spring leaves around. I stepped on the grass and followed him behind; I would sit on the other swing just right beside.

But when he reached the swing and turned around, he suddenly stopped.

I then stopped too.

He stared at me with such round eyes, as if I was a harm he got alarmed with.

I cleared my throat, and then smiled. “Errm…hi?”

He looked at me for some more time, and then he turned and walked away. Fast, like I was an offender or something.

“We can sit together,” I loudly said while he continued to step farther and farther away.

He didn’t stop and turn back, so I just shrugged and swung alone.