Is Creustiy the overseer of coincidence or is it what binds all things together? Truly How do all things come to be one or more? How does it all end the same way it begins? For the first time like a binding string that tethers to destiny. But nothing is set and nothing is certain.
The sky was grand, the blue shade of the sky was clear and broad, the sun brought heat to the cooling temperature, and a few clouds and many birds were flying to the south.
The wind flowing north put forward a great force slowing the bird's venture. Many birds travel together in flocks of many, this helps birds sustain better success for their path, and each bird takes turns leading, and guiding. Venturing forward taking the bulk force of the wind.
The world is unfair, it leads to uncertainty, and one can not expect.
Though the sun is grand and the sky blue like marble. You could still feel the cold brewing the wind gaining weight and force.
Many of the birds could not sustain and soon the flock of birds that traveled south became few, leading to so many birds that could not keep up. The wind was too strong so they stopped and took a break.
One of the birds found a tree, a tree could be seen with a few leaves of brawn, yellow, and red. The bird found a place, a branch on top of the tree.
Landing, he took the light of the wait he brought down with him, as the bird rested on the branch he sought to find the rest of his flock, looking around himself, he could not find his flock so he thought to a higher branch.
The bird did and could not find his flock, once again he went to a higher branch, and once again he could not find them.
He was alone.
The bird started to call out with songs. But time went and none of his flock heard him but he still kept singing songs of cries and help.
Though the sound could not be heard by the birds he sang for.
Only a boy heard the bird, all this time the boy looked out of his window watching the scenes of what happened.
The boy looked at the bird, the blue eastern bird was beautiful, he thought.
"Poor bird lost his family, I hope you find yours," the boy said.
Before the boy could think of what was to come for the bird he was interrupted.
"Let's go, why are you still in your dorm? Let's go! " a girl's voice could be heard knocking and questioning.
"I'm coming," the boy said looking one more time at the bird before closing his window.
He looked at himself checking to see if he had all his necessary things. Before looking at his door.
On his door, there was a mirror that gave sight of the boy. The boy looked no more than ten years of age, his face was that of a child's face, but distinct though symmetrical, his skinny nose and wide ears brought a distinct look to his skin that was light brown, and on top of his head was nothing but his hair that was black and curly. He wore a black jacket with blue jeans and brown boots. The mirror broadened his light brown eyes that had a tint of gold in them.
"Hello there Ash, make way," he said to himself before opening the door.
…
The wind with force and no sound was but a conductor to the leaves.
Red is the color of life, red is the color of love, and red is the color of plentiful leaves that came forth. That brimmed like a crowd, the focal leaves in the silent street.
Just like the silent street, leaves had no voice and no sight, they were silent for their weight was too weak for the world, and for that, a leaf is but a leaf they have no control and no freedom.
Woosh, the sound of two forces came like a train, it gave sight like a cloud of leaves being punctured by a plane.
Inside the clouds of leaves, it could be heard there was laughter and clanking sounds. Out of the leaves was a girl riding a red bike.
Then came another bike, blue. The boy smiled at the girl. He looked at her brunette hair that followed the wind.
She looked back when she saw his smile, her laughter stopped. She smiled back with her light green eyes that were majestic.
The boy realized what just happened and ceased to smile. His face first looked down acting like nothing happened then he looked to the sky like he had no interest in her.
"Wasn't that fun Ash!" the girl said.
"Yeah…" the boy said
"Come on, I know you are having fun…I saw you smiling!" she said with a cheerful tone.
"Aurora, I was not smiling," Ash said with a firm voice.
"Yes, you were"
"No, I was not," He said
"Come on, I saw you when I looked back a couple of seconds ago," She said with confidence.
"Oh, well"
"Oh well, what?" she insisted.
"Well… I was only smiling at your weird laugh," He said with a straight face.
The red bike slowed down, letting the blue bike catch up. Both bikes now were parallel, side by side.
Ash could fully see Aurora; she wore a gray coat and black leggings with black-red shoes.
There she looked at him with a straight face.
With a grim smile, she said "Really…"
"Yaa.." He said looking at her, eye to eye.
Before he knew it, he could not keep up with this staring competition. His face started to blush and…
She laughed "Ha ha ha … you are so funny Ash" Then she took off with force her speed grew leaving Ash.
"Wait up" Ash shook his head trying to cool his head and hoped his mind would erase what just happened.
"Come on Ash," she said moving even faster.
"Wait…you forgot to tell me what we're doing today!" Ash said, trying to decrease the distance between them.
"Just follow me…if you can," She said, turning her head, smiling.
He smiled back.