The Recluse

He’s been living alone in a small wooden shack on the sea shore, avoiding any, even the slightest, human contact.
He had deep blue eyes the rare shade of field cornflowers and a small beard. The old man’s hair, despite his advanced age, were only slightly touched by the silvery gray. People living nearby thought of that man as out of his mind, who had descended into madness on the slope of years, and called him “the Recluse”. His real name, however, was known by nobody. Nobody even knew where he was from or how came to be. And nobody had seen him before after he aged. It seemed as if he lived forever in this shake.
Every late evening he left his hut and went down to the beach, choosing a place further from people. Sometimes a loaf of bread could be seen in his hands; the old man pinched pieces of bread off and threw them to seagulls, flying around his had, and, with a half smile, bowing his head, watched how they cought them in mid air and swallowed them hurriedly.
Having fed the bread to seagulls, the recluse set on the sand, looked int the night sky, and muttered something only he could understand. His tired blue eyes fixed stare was aspired up, the old man’s head was slightly lifted. He marveled at the star-studded night sky, sitting on the sand not moving a muscle, almost as if he feared, that even the slightest move could scare off the pacified feeling he was dwelling in.
One night he left his house, got down to the sea and started pacing on the sand, sending his stare to the sky as always.
The recluse’s blue eyes were fixed on the sky, as if they could pierce the clouds and see what was hidden above them. Abruptly he stoped, as if something he saw in night sky has unimaginably amazed him. And it was that moment when the recluse’s feet pulled up from the sand, the old man’s body soared in the air and departed to where he loved to stare for so long so often — into that dark abyss of the nocturnal stars.
The heavens had swallowed him, the lightning had struck and the thunder had broke the cold silence of the night, after that the heaviest rain had poured on the ground, and the next moment there was nothing, only a rainbow, girding the sky with a thick ring.
And the world became one step closer to salvation.
