Old trails

It was a beautiful Sunday morning for a nice day out..
the wandering hearts wandered about streets,
taking random turns.
sometimes left, sometimes right.
sometimes up and sometimes down.

there was banter, complaints, worries, sharing and caring.
and before long, the unknown paths led to a path familiar.

a path that was part of everyday,  once upon a time not so long ago.
Or..
has it been long, actually?

Memories keep playing tricks, don't they?
Some feel like yesterday,
and some get buried somewhere decades ago.
And there are some that come back as surprise gift, making one wonder as if it happened at all...
all while sprouting at the same time, in the same place...

As the feet trod the the leaf strewn sideways,
eyes could not help looking at the other shore of the road,
ears could not help tuning out the banter around,
and tuning in to the rustle of leaves, the chirping of birds and the heavy rumble of traffic... searching for the familiar memories...

there was me walking along the path on the other shore,
sometimes to south and ...
sometimes to north.
in the warm sunny days,
in the cool cloudy days,
in the cold winter nights,
and the nights with pink skies.
among the wet leaves,
and on the snowy grass.

she climbed onto these very steps I am climbing on.
she was right here in this spot in another time.

memories kept playing hide and seek like the shadows in the woods,
familiar at one moment and, distant and surreal in the very next...

The place had gone through little change,
sounds did not change much...
the scent was the same.
How was her heart though?

a little heavy, a little sad, a little hopeful, and a little determined.
filled with a sense of discovery, and a lot of rumination.

She stared back at me.
... with a gaze piercing through me even from far!
with a stone-like face determined not to reveal the storm within...
perhaps asking me, "How is your heart now?"

well, the heart was not sad anymore, I wished to tell her...
the trails are the same old,
but my heart is lighter,
my eyes shine a little brighter,
and the smile is broader.
with roads getting a little smoother...

the wandering minds wanted to take a different turn ...
and the feet started treading on different path...
and eyes discovered on the different views

...my thoughts left the old trail,
and the old me, 
and the old memories,

so familiar yet so distant.

The bird man

 

If you are local to Seattle, you know Denny Way is one of the busiest roads in Seattle. For a long time, I would frequent one of the high traffic areas along Denny Way; the cross-road between Denny Way and Aurora Avenue. It was a weird arrangement of roads. As you head north from Denny Way, you would see a tunnel (I99) emerging from underground. The normal traffic entering from the south along 5th Avenue North would skirt around the tunnel entrance and eventually all the three roads would merge into Aurora Avenue North. The spot on Denny Way right above the tunnel opening had a little of pavement like space acting as a boundary from the road traffic. On a typical weekday morning, you would see a lot of buses and cars moving past the cross road, and a crowd consisting mostly of Amazon employees scuttling with their hoodies and backpacks. For a while, I was a regular part of that morning crowd too. There was another person in the crowd too. But, he was not in any hurry to go anywhere. In that environment of busyness, hurry, and rush that breathed an anxious air, a general intention of doing something, or reaching somewhere, he was relaxed and content. He had no intention of doing anything and no worry about reaching anywhere. In fact, that little pavement seemed to be his very home. Day in, day out, I never failed to see this person. He would be there with his typical cardboard asking for donation along with all his belongings stashed in a corner. But he would be very busy doing something else... that is feeding birds. There would always be a frenzy of pigeons and sea-gulls feeding on food scrapes he threw for them.

This man, was an anomaly to his surroundings, as if solely taking the responsibility of balancing out the energy of the place.

I would never fail to notice him; however I would just feel amused and move on as I got immersed in the ongoing crowd, trying to reach somewhere, worried about doing something. This write-up is collection of memories of him and the emotions they evoke rather than a recollections of my feelings at that time. Frankly, I don't recall how I felt at that time.

Any way, after sometime, my typical route to work changed and I did not pass by Denny and Aurora as regularly. I would nevertheless find him whenever I would pass by that junction.

Sometime later, in 2019, the tunnel got demolished along with the famous and ugly Seattle viaduct evoking much nostalgia among the people of Seattle. The weird tunnel opening at Denny was now demolished and construction work continued for most of the year.

Now a year later in 2020, you would find a changed landscape and ... for the better. The awkward arrangement of the two narrow roads and tunnel opening is completely gone. In its place now runs a nice and wide highway giving a sense of openness. I still visit that place only occasionally. And a few times, the thought of this man has crossed my mind. Not much though, just for a fleeting second. 'What happened that man? I hope he went somewhere nice and is doing OK. I won't be able to see the frenzy of birds again.' And my mind would move on to some other pressing thought.

Until...

....one day, when I took a bus going from downtown to up north. As the bus approached Denny Way, I saw a frenzy of sea gulls at a junction slightly to the south of Denny Way. I was surprised. 'Sea gulls? In the middle of downtown? What's going on?', and peeked from the window. And what do I see? A homeless man, holding a bag of food, grinning ear to ear while feeding the sea gulls.

 

I too, smiled ear to ear. 'Hope he is doing well.'