Late one evening, as I was walking along a dirt road, I came across a young man sitting under a tree by the wayside.  He sat facing the last flickers of sunlight and in the gathering darkness I could just make out a peaceful smile on his face.  Fireflies lit and then expired randomly in the tree above him, and I could hear the far off sounds of workers laughing as they were coming in from the fields somewhere, a gate unlatched and creaking on its hinges, the wide world opening up on the edge of night.

The young man just sat there taking it all in.  He told me that he had been a prince, but he had left behind his crown and his castle and his jewels.  He had abandoned it all in exchange for what he called “all the treasures of the world” with a sweep of his arm towards the horizon.  He seemed perfectly content to go on sitting there, so I continued on my way as the sky faded to reveal a wealth of stars.  But every now and then I stopped to think of the smile I had seen on the prince’s face.         


4 thoughts on “Eventide

  1. not sure why, but I am reminded of the book, “The Little Prince” with this. I never read the whole thing, because I drifted off for more exciting things like lint in my pocket and the occasional fly buzzing my head. This is a great opening to something though.


  2. Very poetic and poignant. Now then, if you could send that prince to see my rich brother-in-law, he's still of the state of mind that those jewels will bring you happiness, while simultaneously being miserable. I don't think he's seen a sunrise or sunset in years.


  3. “The things you own end up owning you.”

    I've been stressing out about a lot of dumb shit lately, and I've had a hard time shaking it off. This dream offered a nice alluring vision of letting go.


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