He was dressed in his finest. The dark brown hair neatly parted to the side. One look at him and you can easily deduce that he is very meticulous with his appearance. He held the drink gracefully in his hand, smiling towards the band. The lines on his face suggested he was in his early forties. But the crow’s feet as he smiled sort of framed those glimmering eyes in a beautiful way. This was his night. He earned it. The food, jazz and the aura of this place. No one would ever guess the truth about him. That it was his only suit. That life meant two grueling shifts to make ends meet. He was supposed to do great things in life. Alas, somewhere life took a wrong turn and he ended up where he was. But he spent one night every month like the person he was supposed to be. The band was finishing the song.
“And soon I’ll heard old winter’s song..”
Recently, I was listening to Stan Getz version of Autumn Leaves and instantly I imagined this lonely man sitting in restaurant . Someone who did and didn’t belong there. Then, a few more details about his life took shape. It was not a solid story but I just wrote down whatever came to my mind when I listened to that song. So has this happened to you? A vivid character coming to life from a song? If so, do write about it 🙂