The House By the Woods

The creaking sound on the steps on ascending the platform to the door matching those of buzzing bees and crickets that serenade through the fading lights streaming through the leafy filigree The door opened and a middle aged man greeted me and called me in the thud thud of heels on wood as we moved into the drawing room wall shelves full of books reading table and sofa set We sat down and held the cups chatting on literary topics and politics lanterns shading the shape of our faces casting shadows on the floor He lived alone and away from social groups; the urban milieu. shielded from the goings-on the mad race to out-maneuver acquiring money and winning elections as the panacea of all ills. As I left him in the cover of the night i wondered if he would continue to savor the closeness to the green or wait for the urbania to extend to gradually extinguish the woods.