MANNA pt 1

As Manna awoke in his apartment he heard the lull of the wind outside and saw that he could see it running in the tops of leaves; and he heard the fountain in the pond discreetly and he saw it too, pumping water into the air. Having bad eyes his view is blurry. Still he knows the scene well enough. Many days and nights he's look out over the thicket bending at the whims of each season. Cause and effect seems little short of magic. And now spring had settled down as if for so long she'd been waiting. Was the world today up to its usual tricks? The darting blue finches skimming their feet on the water-surface. And what, was it to rain? The whole of this stolid acrid color looming. Perhaps it won't. And the sky'll just stare back. Blankly. It'll look at Manna through the window, his image sprawled on the bed and gazing out at her, and fall in love. He hears a world outside but cannot feel the sky trying to reach him through the window panes.