Simple Smile to please the mind

He looks for his uniform for the day in his room; he finds some pants that will work and a shirt that will please the customers. But it pleases him as well, it is soft to the touch, but stiff to the eye, and it makes him look they way he would like to feel. It is funny how cloths make the man sometimes, but how he feels at the end of the day is what is on his mind. And the end of his day is going to be something tomorrow. He sighs again and keeps plugging along at his afternoon tasks.

He walks back in to the kitchen, but this time he sits on the couch, the kitchen is part of the living room in his small city apartment. How he loves his apartment, in the middle of life, the living city. He turns on his TV to see moving pictures but no sound, there will be enough sound later today that he enjoys the quiet of now. Pictures role across the screen and he turns to his computer. The small box that shows him the world that he can’t reach all the time. He looks at news photos and comics. Some enjoyments of life are so simple yet so complex, a simple smile from seeing a daily comic or a small child’s smile on a news photo can give a man the energy to change the world, but not today, there is work to be done, but will his work change a life?

He leans back in his chair and looks to the sky, a roof that coves his head with the moon stars and sun all painted so when it is cold out, he can still see what he needs to think. A long streach, arms out wide over his head, a strain, grunt and yawn and he is done. Now he shoots out of his chare, jumps to his feet. Looks around at what is next, but there is nothing next, there is no more to his home that needs to be done. A walk would surface; to walk the veins of the city could clear his already clear mind, but give him something to do.