10-04-2020, 03:55 AM
He held back a chuckle seeing her expression on the plate before her. "Nae what yu were thinking when yu ordered?" He asked. "I can trade with yu if yu would like." He offered.
Then he replied to her comment. "There is beauty when yu are willing to look for it, or not and miss something amazing. Something really missing in fact and for some of those in high society, it is tragic that they dinnae even realize what they are missing." He took a sip of his steaming tea.
"A lass falling in love with a lad as they talk o'er a fence. A mother's love while she 'angs linens nearby as the bairn plays with sticks and grass. The laugher of those women working on the beach I saw earlier. An ancient noble woman reaching down and joining in the babbling chat of a wee lad, that touch between the generations that can only be shared briefly before one is gone. Moments. Special moments that if you don't watch, are fleeting and then gone. Joy in the face of the people...be it extraordinary or mere ordinary people... that is a treasure that some miss out on and that I don't wish tae ever again. That is what I want tae share, and 'ave been."
"When was the last time yu've watched a wee bairn find joy in a puppy? The tinkling laughter when the puppy licks their cheek?" He smiled thinking of such a child he had seen the day before. Then looked at her again.
"There is also beauty in death." His voice holding less enjoyment. "A tribute tae the soul that 'ad once been there, to capture it sae that others can remember or just tae recognize... 'ey I lived...I mattered." His eyes dimmed thinking of some of those drawings. "Laying there as if begging that someone notice. I noticed." He said more softly then drew himself back into the moment... the present.
"I dinnae draw those any more. But they tae 'ad beauty." He glanced out at the mostly empty dining room. "The ruin the stories it could tell, what stories 'ave we lost to 'istory? What dae we lose oot on because we dinnae record it. Those are beautiful mysteries that I work tae capture for myself because it is my tribute to the beauty that had once lived there, and seems others want tae as well." He shrugged. "Sae I share them well many of them." Some he did not. There were some that held the darkness still that he fought. The wasted lives that he could not deal with seeing any longer. No, he would rather look for the small beauties and joys.
Then he replied to her comment. "There is beauty when yu are willing to look for it, or not and miss something amazing. Something really missing in fact and for some of those in high society, it is tragic that they dinnae even realize what they are missing." He took a sip of his steaming tea.
"A lass falling in love with a lad as they talk o'er a fence. A mother's love while she 'angs linens nearby as the bairn plays with sticks and grass. The laugher of those women working on the beach I saw earlier. An ancient noble woman reaching down and joining in the babbling chat of a wee lad, that touch between the generations that can only be shared briefly before one is gone. Moments. Special moments that if you don't watch, are fleeting and then gone. Joy in the face of the people...be it extraordinary or mere ordinary people... that is a treasure that some miss out on and that I don't wish tae ever again. That is what I want tae share, and 'ave been."
"When was the last time yu've watched a wee bairn find joy in a puppy? The tinkling laughter when the puppy licks their cheek?" He smiled thinking of such a child he had seen the day before. Then looked at her again.
"There is also beauty in death." His voice holding less enjoyment. "A tribute tae the soul that 'ad once been there, to capture it sae that others can remember or just tae recognize... 'ey I lived...I mattered." His eyes dimmed thinking of some of those drawings. "Laying there as if begging that someone notice. I noticed." He said more softly then drew himself back into the moment... the present.
"I dinnae draw those any more. But they tae 'ad beauty." He glanced out at the mostly empty dining room. "The ruin the stories it could tell, what stories 'ave we lost to 'istory? What dae we lose oot on because we dinnae record it. Those are beautiful mysteries that I work tae capture for myself because it is my tribute to the beauty that had once lived there, and seems others want tae as well." He shrugged. "Sae I share them well many of them." Some he did not. There were some that held the darkness still that he fought. The wasted lives that he could not deal with seeing any longer. No, he would rather look for the small beauties and joys.
