12:23 am- As I lie in bed, begging sleep to come, it becomes apparent that I am not the only one awake. Across the street is a boy--perhaps a man--pacing along the five foot tall rock wall sign signifying the entrance to the University. This is no ordinary sign, it stretches across my whole window's view and is thick enough for someone to pace on. At least for this man. He starts by sitting. At first he casually swings his legs. Slowly, he begins to walk.
12:46 am- He remains walking. Stopping only once to drink from a bottle perched on the side of the wall. He walks sporadically; 13 paces, then 24, then 5; each time pausing; sometimes changing directions. The soles of his shoes reflect as cars still pass him on the busy road. The blinding white of his feet contrasts sharply with his dark clothes. I cannot make out his face, not even the exact color of his skin. He is too far, it's too late, too dark.I desperately wish to talk with this man. Question why he's pacing so late at night. Ask why he distracts me from my much needed sleep.
1:02- Still he walks along the wall. Slowly. Beautifully. Staring up at the sky. But I must rest. And hope to see him again, this time tomorrow.
