Things seen

Three things I've seen since last I posted

1. a skydiver fall out of the sky, and die


2. a hedgehog, at 2 in the morning, snuffling gently in the leaves and puddles in the gutter of my street, paying no attention to me and wearing a gleaming boot-button black nose straight out of a picture book, which glinted under the street lights


3. a boy opposite me at dinner, wearing a black three-piece suit and tie and yellow converse all-stars on his feet.

These things surely have nothing to do with one another, but for some reason they all felt like the same thing. Perhaps this is why I fell in love with the boy. Quietly, you understand. Like the quiet after the skydiver and under the leaves in the gutter.

He didn't notice, like the hedgehog.