A storm upon the seas. Lashing against the hulls of the ships unfortunate to become caught in the relentless grip. The tightly bunched and heavily laden clouds. The flashes and the bangs. It was as though the gods of the sea had turned their wrath upon the innocent sailor men.
There’s always that one odd sock that never has it’s partner. Lost in the wash, hidden under hte bed. Anywhere but with it’s other half. But then again, who wants matching socks after all? Nothing like a stripe with a spot, or a pink with a purple.
He was as highly-strung as well… A highly-strung, strutting horse.
Head held high, body perfectly positioned, face set with a look of clear confidence.
Who he was, no one actually knew. But what they did know was that he was more than just another someone.
Eyes, piercing, yellow, searching.
High above, an aerial view, circling prey.
A flicker of movement.
Hover. Wait. Watch.
Eat. To survive
Science, a fascinating subject if I may say so.
It covers all aspects of life, answers problems, and tells us all about the world around us with as many big words as possible.
But it still cannot answer that one simple question; what is the meaning of life?
There’s nothing like a man in a suit. Dapper, smart, whatever you want to call them, nothing beats them.
It’s a sign of someone who likes to look their best. A gentleman. One who takes pride in their appearance.
There’s something about a man in a suit.