jairo

he sat atop a gentle hill, sunken eyes turned towards the horizon, looking over the lake below him as time passed by. he would go there at twilight, just as the pink and white afterglow faded into night. he watched as the water struggled to calm itself down, surging into waves that reached out towards the sky like claws, longing to feel the dying light in its talons. it was only until the white light of the stars and the moon flooded the world below that the lake settled into a broken mirror. 

there, the water remained subdued. golden hues from the sunrise washed over the lake, but it was not startled. rather, it turned ever still like a statue, as if midas himself had touched it. daylight acted more like a blanket draped over a sleeping child. only night had such an adverse effect on the water, as if it too had never learned to love the dark. 

he sat at this same spot for days at a time, manipulating time with a tilt of his staff, just to watch this same lonely sight. but he was never alone. he brought his knees to his chest and wrapped his cape around his legs. curled up into a ball, he drifted off to sleep, and there he would rest until the water needed his company.