Mysteries live Everywhere

He was strolling down the clear, wide, space, no one watching, but me. He hummed to the sound to the crystal clear, blue ocean waves. He sang with the seagulls, which flew above his fair hair every now and then. He suddenly stopped as if hearing thoughts in my head,'' Don't turn around, don't turn around!". Although it seemed as if he had seen me, he only stared ahead, blankly. He came closer near enough to spot me but carried on walking. '' A spade, a spade'', I heard him murmur under his breath. Nobody saw it, except me.

by Capree