THE THAW
It was a strange conundrum – chunks of ice floating lazily in the water and flowers struggling forth from the soil on shore. In a way, it seemed well suited to his current station in life, a conflicted tear between the past and present.
In the case of the shoreline, the past clung tenuously, a flotilla of ice that did not wish to cede to the encroaching warmth of summer. The present, a patch of vibrant yellow flower struggling to makes its present felt, and to dispel the ugly grey-brown of the thaw in favour of sunnier times.
As far as metaphors were concerned, it was surprisingly apt.
His past was a dull shadow that loomed over the day, a mottled grey-brown mess of hard work and forgotten dreams. The present was full of opportunity, but it would be hard work. It was always hard work.
He had just move to this new town, his interest peaked by the promise of serenity in a casual urban setting. It was a new beginning to be sure, but one that would take some getting used to; one that would require some adapting to.
For starters, he would need to figure out what to do with him self. Long days of wandering the streets and learning about his new locale would soon lose their appeal, and when they did, he knew he would need something to distract his mind from the shadows of the past.
He would need to make some friends so that he had someone to talk to, otherwise he was sure that he would end up wandering the streets and talking to him self. The loneliness would be the hardest thing to get past.
Planting new roots was the easier challenge of the ones he faced. Remembering how to blossom and live in the present would be more difficult by far.
He missed his old life. He missed his friends and the happier times he had known. Mostly though, he missed her. That was an aspect of his present that no amount of sunshine and warmth would ever change.
Still, he would try.
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