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The rain was falling softly in the arboretum[1], brushing a tender yellow over branchy bodies of shrubberies, waking up trees from their winter dreams; in my mind, I saw a thicker green. Then, I heard a thunder, the first thunder in spring, from the other side of the Arb; I followed the longer path across the Arb. In front of a dark marble gravestone of simple cubic geometry, once again, I paused to listen, to a story, a story of a young man, of extreme talents. The epitaph looked faint in the drizzling rain. But I would never forget those dates: 1969 to 1994.
Low in the sky, outside the window, a thin moon sits, alone, on the city edge. On the TV screen, comes the end of Fanny and Alexander: "Everything can happen. Time and space do not exist. On a flimsy framework of reality, the imagination spins, weaving new patterns."
Note: 1. The Arboretum (Nichols Arboretum) is a property of the University of Michigan, where a diverse collection of native and exotic trees and shrubs are crafted and grow on a 123-acre hilly terrain. |
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