Daily Life

Everyday is always the same. It is unchanging. The early sunrise wakes me up from my slumber and I can feel the warmth of her rays on my cool skin. I try to stretch the stiffness from my joints and my body, but I can't seem to move. I feel as if a heavy weight is on my shoulder. I think it must be the aches within my muscles that are making me sense the weight. I am, however, mistaken. It is not the muscle ache that is making me unable to move. It is a little robin. I can see him out of the corner of my eye perched on my left shoulder. As he sits his melodic tune flows through my ear. Soon he is joined by some of his city friends. Perched next to the robin is a brown spotted redwing and on the other shoulder is a common chaffinch. Together, they create an orchestra of sounds and it is blissful to hear.

Not many get to hear their wonderful songs, but I do. I am always here in the park, especially at this hour. Sadly, this paradise does not last long. Soon there is a disturbance from an annoying intruder. A pigeon. His song is dull and monotone. It is so repetitive that my bird companions fly away. Leaving me to deal with the unwelcome visitor. I sigh. The pigeon has ruined my day like he always does. He looks at me. I can see in his eyes that he's mocking me, laughing at me because he knows he has the advantage. He knows that no matter how hard I try I won't be able to make him budge. I don't have the strength.

The day passes on and in the distance, I can see two people jogging. It is clear they are listening to music because they are keeping a steady pace. They stop right next to where I am standing and take a five-minute breather before continuing with their exercise. After they had passed, I feel a whack in my face. I look down. There at the bottom of my feet is a football. Not unusual in my case as I am always getting hit. A little boy about 5 runs over, picks the ball up and is about kick the ball back when he hesitates. He turns around and looks up at me. I looked back down on him. He smiles at me and then says "sorry mister." before running back over to join his friends.

Night soon comes around again. I am alone in the park except for a few dog walkers here and there. In the distance, I can hear the night-time traffic. Some may think it is lonely to be out here alone and it's cold, but I don't mind it. I can't feel the cold anyway. And as for the loneliness, I am never alone. Someone always passes by eventually.