He had rediscovered that song for the third or seventh time. He could feel the sun heating his scalp under his messy recently washed hair and he noticed that the lyrics where perfect, or at least moderately accurate. He looked south and saw a thick dark clouds, he didn't know if those had already passed or were coming now, it had rained in the morning but he wasn't used to the cloud movement of that city even though he had been living there for a long while.
He got in the bus, went upstairs and tried to understand things. He felt utterly happy, he had never tried to run away from his house or hometown but to be this far felt right. He still wanted to go back but right now to live in this big dirty city and not near the mountains of the West fitted perfectly. This was not the moment for silence and fresh air neither for hot afternoons sitting on the porch and pointless walks by the mysteriously yellow sanded shore of the lake, at his 26 years old he was meant to take a bus to the park if he wanted to be in a moor or near some woods. Something had been creeping in him slowly halfheartedly for years and in that afternoon it stopped without any apparent reason, in that moment he thought that there was never a point in being upset and unhappy, that all those mornings he stood in bed without moving did not make any sense but that thing would find its way through his breath or rather through his pores.
The daylight was particularly yellow when he got off the bus and the clouds where equally confusing for him. He followed the path and he realised that one could get a really nice view of the churchtower of Trinity Church from there. While he walked there he thought to whom he should show his discovery, he should go back in the same path as to study what is the best spot to reveal this finding, he didn't know many people, after a while he abandoned this fancy. He looked for a nice place to sit in the heather, it was not easy for there were many children and dogs running around, he didn't want to disturb their paths, it felt incorrect and he was scared of them both. He sat down and took a chocolate filled croissant from his backpack, he gave it a bite and felt slightly disappointed of the metallic alcoholic taste of the filling and the proceeded to read his physics books.
He felt a little bit stupid when he was struggling with the fact that nothing with mass could move at the speed of light because of the way acceleration work in the Theory of Relativity, it should be easier, it shouldn't be a matter of numeric speculation, he always had problems in believing blindly in something. The light wasn't yellow anymore and he could suddenly feel a minute breeze crawling from his shoes into his left foot and upwards. He felt the necessity of exercising his knuckles more often as to make his fingers warmed up by hiding them in his palms for few seconds. Suddenly a drop in his book was absorbed by the page he was reading making the word elsewhere look awkward. He looked up, after all this were new clouds coming again, or were the same that in the morning? was that possible? Physics should say no, by meteorology was rebellious and the truth is that he did not really know. He packed his things carelessly and left. On the bus home he noticed he had forgotten to look for the best spot to look at the churchtower protruding from the middle of the path of oaks and holly.
