A drizzly rain hung over the city square. People hurried past, coats pulled tight, eyes fixed on the pavement. Among them stood a lonely mime player. Here face was painted white, a single teardrop drawn beneath one eye. She wore a black hat that seemed just a bit too large for here narrow head.
Without words, She built walls that weren’t there, pulled on ropes no one could see, and fought against a storm of air. At first, passersby didn’t glance here way, but a little girl stopped. She clutched her ice cream tightly and laughed when the mime pretended to stumble over an invisible stone.
Slowly, her mother stopped too, and then a few others. The square, so gray and hurried, suddenly found color through the mime’s silent games.
When she bowed deeply and removed here imaginary hat, applause rang out. For a moment, just a moment, the city was less hurried and more human.
© E n i s ∞ r
song: Sound of Silence – Simon & Garfunkel
Silence speaks the loudest when it touches the heart.
