The house sat upon a double sized lot that could survey open space that led to a panoramic view of the city int he far distance. The area might have been likened to a couple of different locales that he had known with greater familiarity during previous chapters of his existence. It would probably be evident only in hindsight that these other views were equally cogent and telling as to the mental makeup of his outlook on life. The patio of the house that he could recall from the start of adolescence. The stretch along the railroad line that his last greatest love and he would often tread. The house by the local country club that he occasionally pass by likening its abandonment and resurrection to the hopeful state of his own hopeful state for same.
The inside and outside of the setting seemed to meld as the patio contained many if not most of his most valuable possessions exposed to both elements and elemental view of wander alley borne passers by. This had not created any sense of contradiction in terms of fear of loss that overweighed some utilitarian convenience that keeping all these shelf bound curios in said exposed state. The real issue of immediate concern was how to make the appointment with his family despite warnings of incoming inclement weather. He gathered down a sighting glass and posited long and hard upon what other useful items might be leaned from this densely packed inventory. A quick peek around the back corner of the building revealed an amazing sight that would contradict not only his promise of an impending journey but suggest his immediate survival was dependent upon fast action to gain entrance to his basement.
There before his stunned gaze snaked an immense twirling cloud of angry black air stretching forth horizontally as if some terrible behemoth seeking prey. Behind it, the horizon had taken on an unexpected Payne’s grey angry demeanor. Despite the rapidity of the storms advance upon the vicinity, he became obsessed with which other items from the vertical cache of longtime treasures to grab and find quick refuge. The surrounding air went black in an instant as the winds hit turning visibility into a milkshake of disturbed soil and the discard of nearby airborne potpourri. The impact threatened his possibility of maintaining further balance and he had to drop what he had cradled in his arm in order to keep from being thrown immediately to the ground and tumbled away.
As with all things nocturnal and in the middle of the night, his subsequent journey found him in consort with the spirit of his deceased father, the two ventured out upon some indecipherable errand that might or might not have been completed. The time spent together was as usual, completely silent of conventional conversation though discourse seemed evident in common purpose. AS spirits came and went in such realms he was obliged to detrain sooner than expected. The lanes traveled found him left off not far from a former residence where he had to physically repackage a loaded sidearm,along with the accompanying holster and strap in such a manner to provide the minimum visibility to passing magistrates. The clip full of rounds now heavy in his pocket and discovery by some nosy pedestrian always a concern. The lift, it seems, had been immense, taking him from the field of some ongoing battle comradeship back to safe and comforting surroundings. Though circumstances routinely evidenced the fantastic, life at this point was small and matter of fact in its everyday proportions.