This photo was taken way back in the summer. With the current weather the way it is, it seems like the summer existed in another world. A bright, sizzling world where everything felt like it was melting.
This wall is just one of those walls that I happen to walk by nearly everyday. It's just a normal wall. I'd never paid much attention to it, really, until one day, I turned my head a little bit to the left and there he was, this little angel guy looking back at me. A small, grumpy little angel guy drawn in white.
He said something to me that day. Well, he really didn't "say" anything at all. He just struck me as something special, that's all. A symbol of humanity, perhaps? I can't really say what made him seem so noteworthy at the time.
The following afternoon when I walked by on my way to the trolley, I was expecting to look over and see him once again. I was even looking forward to exchanging hellos with this new little friend that I had made. But, sadly, he wasn't there anymore. Sometime between one day & the next, someone had covered him with a red block of fresh paint. He was hidden. Permanently.
Who knows how long he had been there painted on that wall. But I just happened to meet him on his last daylight appearance. His final day. Seems significant. Who knows, I might be the last person on earth who has any recollection of him.
Nowadays, when I remember, I'll sometimes look over at that wall still expecting to see him in all his glory, just like I saw him that one day. I know he's still there. He's just hiding behind .002 inches of red paint.
Silly, I know. But it's true.
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