Chapter I - El Camino Del Destino - If we quarrel between past and present, we shall find that we have lost the future. --Winston Churchill
The
wind rustled with a slick shuffle through the vicinities plantation, flurrying
through with a low intensity, the winter green blades of grass flicker
forward’s bending to the current and finally succumbing to the winds weight.
The small creatures within the maze of inexhaustible tall strands of grass
oblivious to their surrounds fate. A
section from the wall of the sleekly elevated grass wavered coming forth slender
graceful long front legs; ornamented with colour-ful spines, ritualized dance of
complicated steps and jerks infiltrated each stand of grass, not before long the
Araneae
emerged in the line of sight. The sunshine thinly glinted, sparkled as the
moisture held in droplet formation atop of the hirsute spider’s back had
captured the rays. A silhouette of darkness materialized beside the creature,
the slender legs instantaneously tensed recoiling the slightest brought to a
standstill in silence. The silhouette shrunk in a matter of seconds. Attached to
fates darkness, the exultant standing features of grass fell, enduring what they
could of the fate, brought to buckle, finally an apprehensive bow to the immense
pressure of weight. Elasticity of the half fallen grass, provoked the upward
skirmish around the boot, a futile attempt to encage the boot; engineered into
living organisms is the will to survive.
The
sole of the boot stopped flat against the collapsed grass, mud curled up over
the rim of the dilapidated boot, harsh flecks of the dried soiled chocolate mud
had reached the leather of the boot, tainting the surface texture. Draping slack
over the leather of the boot, surrounded by affluent cotton material proceeding
into creases along the fabric full length of the leg. The black trousers leg
tautens as the material covered up to the waist around the hip area, holding to
a deeper depth of confinement around the waist by a thin black belt.
Black cotton stretched from the inside angle of the belt, heaved
diminutively upwards taking a gradient bow over the belt before the direction of
path was reconfigured folding back on itself to follow the normal pattern of
direction. The shirt held smaller quantity of creases the material took a smooth
formation, buttoned with an intense delicately, flecks of the suns illumination
reflected on these black round plastic buttons adding a glossy appeal to the
usual dreary surface texture. A few buttons below the official ending the
clothing’s sides separated, permitting the undemanding white round neck of a
shirt appears to the line of sight. Following
two diverse paths to the same destination the shirt sides ever stand intact,
together taking different leads down from the lapel, each side of material a
downwards flop onto the body of the shirt. An indentation to the right material
of the shirt came from the chin; rested within touch from a tilted diagonally
left angle.