Meeting Liam

My most intruiging encounter must have been the one with Liam. It was around noon on a beautiful summer day, I loved to walk over the field towards the lake on these days. The field felt empty and spacious, every now and then you would run into a family, but that was it. On this particular day, I saw a man sitting on my favorite spot next to the lake. It was the only place around the water that gave a person the option of hiding from the sun beind some bushes. It was perfect to cool down, put your feet in the water, look at the sky and dream away. Normally when that happened -my seet being taken- it would annoy me, I would walk around the lake twice and leave if the spot had not opened up. But today it was too hot for my routine. So I decided to sit under a tree a little left from my favourite spot, further away from the water. And there I took up one of my bad habbits: inspecting people.

I looked at the 'spottaker' from a distance, trying to figure out what that person was doing there. Probably it was a no-good, lazy arrogant person. The type that would write a song about the beauty of the water. Or some crazy guy expecting to find out what life was all about. But the more I looked at him, the more I forgot about everything I was thinking. I became mesmerized with the look he put out there. There is no way for me to describe that face accurately.  I had seen people look mad, happy, I had seen thinkers and dreamers, but I never saw this. Even the noisy kids close to him didn't bother him. But God, it was warm. The tree was all nice for shade but I needed my feet in that lake. Contrary to my personality, I walked up to the spottaker and asked if I could sit in the shade and have my feet in that water. He wouldn't reply but just move over, offering me a spot to sit with my feet in the water. I took of my slippers and the contact with the water made me feel incredibly good. Ow, this is how easy it is to feel good.

I decided to lay down on my back, close my eyes and rest. I didn't even notice the spottaker, and I was too tired to feel embarrased. But one thing is stronger than my lazyness and that is noise. The kids annoyed me, but I wasn't able to say anything. Since I know kids should be allowed to play freely,...
-"It's hard for dreamers to sleep."
--Hu? Excuse me? - I said.
-"Isn't it?"
--I don't understand, what do you mean?
-"Nevermind"
--Trying to be a mysterious man, I'm sorry but I don't care for that type of conversations.
-"Ow, how well educated you are. My name is Liam, who in God's name are you?"

I won't make my little story too boring with writing down the whole conversation with Liam. It was not really the kindest impression I made. The most fascinating thing about Liam was not his beauty or his knowledge, the thing that was interesting was his profession. I had never ever heard of a Wing Cutter...

Note to self: continue this story when you return from your travel.