A Tourist In Hometown

It was quite a terrifying sight in the silence of midnight as the fierce sea waves roared off their lungs and the thunderstorm cried out loud. Amidst the chaos, there was someone standing far off enjoying this madness, barely visible, immovable like the trunk of an old tree. As I approached him I saw an old soul wrapped in a body of young flesh. The storm he held in his eyes was even more terrifying than the one on the other side. I asked him what makes you smile on such a dreadful night? He looked at me gently and replied, "I feel complete when these waves struck by storm sing me a song and the darkness of this night comforts the remnants of light within me."

As I blinked trying to comprehend this, a bolt of lightning struck and I was jolted out of my reverie. It was late in night so I decided to go back to the hotel and bid him goodbye.

The other morning I went to that place again. There was no one out there but a mirror lying in the sand.