The peculiar life of Spuge

There are unexplainable things, no mind can comprehend.

Spuge was a most peculiar man living in a town not so far from another bigger city.

A philosopher he was, looking at the world and wondering: How come and Why?

His neighbors had a cherry tree.

Not so common in these latitudes, the arctic circle not too far away in the distance.

Come summer the cherries were green.

Come autumn, they were dark red.

Ready to be harvested.

But nobody did harvest them.

Day after day, he passed the tempting cherry tree with it's deliciously red cherries.

What kind of people were there as his neighbors, letting the cherries to rot?

Should he steal some during the shadows of the night?

What kind of man would that make out of him, a robber?

He found joy in walking for hours on in the pouring rain.

It gave him the utter experience of feeling alive.

Drenched in water and cold he would walk through the highlands.

With no soul to be found.

April come she will, the love of his life.

A cherry blossom he found in the rain.