JOHN HUMBLE part I by mutie oscar ghitto

The birds were just about to begin their evening ritual. They were hanging on the trees as they watched the crimson sun approach the horizon. They were always fascinated seeing the sun dive into the horizon and how it would wash everything in its serene yellow colour. The clouds seemed real and alive as they hovered about the darkening sky. The rays had not yet retired. They were as naughty as ever. Never heeeding to their mama's voice. Deep inside their tiny little, burning hearts, they knew too well that they could not retreat without playing their funny game. They always longed for that awesome feeling in their souls as they watched the long wavy shadows of their victims. It always made them feeel special. With that, they would finally rest knowing that the day had been a success.

looking deep into the far west, the dark silhouette of mutanu hills could be seen. It was an exquisite scenery that was always known for its magical spells. Hadn't people marveled at how it had managed to bewitch their eyes? There was no one who would resist its beauty. John humble was one of the victims. A young lad who was in his late teens. He was one of the very loyal acquaintances mutanu hills could ever have. Every evening, he would take a stroll down the hills, feeling the welcoming warmth.

The evening strolls had been a wonderful idea. John Humble would at sometimes be angry at himself for not having bought the idea earlier enough, especially after recalling the healing nature of the strolls. Since the day John Humble started taking the strolls, he had never let any evening pass him by . It had suddenly become his addiction. An ingredient his soul could not live without. He always felt a very strange feeling of peace walking down the hills at the evening especially when the birds chirped as they flew freely, drawing certain pictures in the air as they roamed about. He would then walk down to his favorite spot.  A raised ground at the heart of the hills. There, he would watch until darkness engulfed. He always liked witnessing the magical transition between the day and night. When he would be sure that the moon had popped out, he would take the sloppy path home, having a fulfillment in his soul.

John Humble resided at Mutanu estate. Their house had been built at the edge of the estate towards the west. Actually, John's house was more into the hills than into the estate, save for the fact that the estate was a gated one.

What made Mutanu even more especial was the kind of the neighbor it had. The sun was its neighbor. Each and every evening, the residents of Mutanu would always share the sweet warmth of their ever generous friend and neighbor. To them, Mutanu was the best place to live on earth. They were not the only ones holding this thought though. Mutanu had already cut itself a nitch in the town and the country at large. Before it could be noticed, it was already becoming a home to persons of aristocratic origin. Beautiful mansions adorned  Mutanu, with their neatly planted and trimmed flower gardens. During the early mornings, these beautiful flower gardens would be married to the sun's offspring. Their product was such a serene beauty of paradise.It was an heaven on earth.