I went outside today to take a late lunch break. I went straight to my car and got in it. To sit and just be brainless for a minute. No real reason. I just wanted fresh air outside of the building and no phone answering or phone call making or note documenting. Just nothing. Thoughtless.
I was reclined a bit in the driver’s seat looking downward. Contemplating a nap. Something moved in my peripheral vision. I looked up and saw him. I didn’t really pay much attention. It’s becoming a very common sight. I looked back down. Still contemplating a quick sleep. Or eye closing at the very least.
He was just walking up the street. Not in a hurry. One of the Backpack Guys. It’s a name I use because I like it better than the other names. Though it means the same thing when applied. I don’t mean any harm by it. And I don’t mean any judgment by it. Because I don’t know the story. It’s just a description in my head.
I looked back up.
Personally I love backpacks. I take one with me every where I go. There was one with me in the car at lunch. And it sits here at my feet while I type this.
But I don’t have everything I own in my backpack. There’s no way it would fit. And I affectionately call them “packpacks” because that is what they were called by a lovely little child who is part of my world. And she has packpacks for school.
Not being able to make myself close my eyes I notice Backpack Guy has walked past the parked cars.
I reach in to my backpack and pull out my sketch book. And I drew the top figure in this post. Because I wanted to see if I could. Draw a backpack. On a guy.
I looked up and wondered how much time I had left. I looked at the time on my phone. I had used up almost ten minutes trying to draw a backpack on a guy.
It wasn’t until I had put my sketch book back in my back pack. Shoved it behind the seat. Got out of my car. And walked inside. That I registered the last sight I had of him.
The backpack guy was walking away. Fading.
I had noticed him.
But I’m not so sure I really saw him.