Noble’s apple

The lobby was just desolate. It was the third floor landing for the escalators at the courthouse. The area was flooded with the late morning July sun from the skylight above. With only the hum of the escalators to keep me company, the events looming on the afternoon’s clock were becoming more surreal than ever. For I knew that as the bells toll at one o’clock so too would something be done … a decision that will forever put into motion something that in my mind that can never be undone. The finality of this afternoon sits perched on the high wire of a lonely desert highway; waiting like the wretched, petulant harbinger of sorrow in the blistering heat of a desert sun burning like an angry bastard … aching without prejudice to descend and devour with ravenous and gluttonous greed the despair and triumph left in today’s wake. For it’s hunger knows there is no palatable difference between anger that festers in the bitterness of defeat and the hollow boisterous gloating of a victory. Sorrow knows that the purest of joy comes from the noblest of hearts and that sitting on the highwires of the high road is peppered with a famined wait. But wait it will, for even nobility is from the human heart and even the sweetest and juiciest of apples can, on occasion, fall from the highest perch. Know your heart…for it is as vicious as it is kind and with the slightest misstep can wander down sorrows path.