Meeting place

Meeting Place

Feature Class

It was a weekend, a very fine day. I woke up early to ready myself, for this day may be a long one. It is still clear on my memory, the words he said before we part ways, that he wants to say something to me, which he couldn’t express easily. He gave a date, which falls on a weekend, convenient it may seem, for I am not occupied with anything trivial. He gave a time, 9:00 am. It was early a start of the day, for a week full of tiresome activities. He gave a place, the Alley of Juno as it is known, for it is a path nearest to the church, where many couples are happily wedded. I am puzzled by him, giving such details.

“I want to tell you something, so I want you to meet me there. I hope you won’t mind, it’s not very important, but if you do come, it will make me very happy.”

I remember his words, and as I promise, being a friend of his, I will come and listen to whatever he will say. I’m glad he trust me that much to tell me something personal. Thus I came early, maybe a little bit too early. I find myself alone, as my eyes wanders about on that special place. The arches of the Alley of Juno are high and beautiful. It is tranquil and serene, so peaceful that it casts away any shadows of wariness. It seems he’s late, despite him giving the time. I think boys will be boys. I hope he didn’t forget, to see me at our meeting place.