Wednesday 09:49 sharp and Jack was out. He squeezed his eyes against the bright rays of sunlight that – as he felt immediately – had given the bricks of the garden path a pleasant temperature. Life was good he figured and comfortably set out on his walk.
Of course, he wasn’t the only one to be walking around this time of day but Jack, had swag. This was an innate quality he possessed that emanated from his presence so strongly that it was clear to anyone the moment they laid eyes upon him. He knew it.
When he sat, it was as if the Buddha himself was sitting. There were moments he would cut short a dedicated pace mid way to sink into a sitting pose. In no time, he’d sit so still and be so grounded as if he hadn’t done anything else for days. Did he fade away into acute oblivion? No. His calm and clear gaze proved otherwise, more than that; his eyes shone as if they’d just grasped his entire existence, past and present.
A boy and girl who sat on the white bench near the flowerbeds had been watching Jacks’ entrance and short meditation in the garden and had keenly kept an eye on him. They were even making strange sounds to lure him towards them. Surely he was aware of their gaze but pretended he was not. Having been the subject of incessant admiration, his ability to blatantly ignore others had become indispensable to him – he would not let himself be disturbed when eating, nor would he allow others to make him lose his tracks, or break the focus needed in order to whack a passing insect out of the air. The girl watched Jack turn a corner away from her.
The sun played on his back while he strolled. Jack wore his coat like Louis XIV and inhabited his fur in royal fashion. It was blatant, a little excessive but never too much. When lit by the sun, it beamed sheer vitality and decadence, the color best described as honey gold with streaks of dark brown and black. All the same, he didn’t seem to put much effort in his appearance. Frankly, Jack didn’t seem to do much at all. He just was – his four, plain white paws a gentle reminder to the world he wasn’t made to get his hands dirty (or paws for that matter).
Slightly agitated, the boy checked the time on his smart phone. They’d been sitting there for quite a while now and this dandy-like character didn’t seem to be answering their advances any time soon. Something in Jacks’ way of being annoyed the boy while at the same time he knew it contained something important for him to learn. He couldn’t deny Jack had inspired him too. What did he feel exactly? Was it rejection, condemnation, envy? For now, he couldn’t wrap his head around it.
On their way out of the garden, the girl gave Jack one last look – he still sat in the back, sun on his whiskers, eyes closed, present. A smile eased her face as she closed the gate and walked away.