The man with the Balalaika
I'm sitting in my room bored. My parents and brother left an hour ago and I've just finished my homework. I am now alone and unoccupied and as such, my thoughts begin to wander off. Although it would be absurd to say that the sounds made it all the way too my room and convinced me to go outside, a part of me truly believes that I was subconsciously called by the sounds of faint strumming. Nonetheless, I walk down the stairs and head outside. Nightly walks are a fond pastime of mine so it isn't unusual for me to be out at this hour. what's remarkable however, is the event that would come during my walk. As I step outside, I can't help but take in the presence of the late-summer evening. The sunlight is refracted in the sky, leaving only the feint blue light to mix with the clouds to form a dark, blueberry-like color. The weather is perfect in that I can go outside in a t-shirt and shorts and still feel a light breeze brushing across my face and clothes. The chir...