As time started to proceed with its own gentle pace, Markus sensed that this gift had indeed turned into a quivering restlessness in him from within. With each passing day, Marcus began to draw images out of his mind on paper, and looked for ways to express it frantically. He had begun to realize that maybe this could indeed be an emotion too strong to be captured even in a metaphor. In his free time, he would sit by the window in the evenings and write almost vigorously, reproducing each thought as it come, untarnished by judgment onto paper. On some days, he would draw. His hands would take a lot of time to adjust, but adjust they would, to the rhythms in his mind and how it was meant to be captured. In irregular shapes or otherwise.
After an hour, he would proceed and take his customary evening walk along the Rijn observing the sun set along the river. His walks would be much to his satisfaction, not too long to measure and not too short to forget. In a city that was bustling with golden spires and a thousand passages that he really didn’t know about, Marcus relished and took each lesser known road with a newfound gusto. His steps would rustle among the leaves with greater ferocity, taking with it a distant enchanting melody in its stride. He would walk tirelessly across these passages and pass through the mazes and some courtyards to end his walk right at the first tower which signaled the beginning of the bridge.
The bridge divided the city into the old and the new to the familiar, but to Marcus it seemed to divide itself into the lands of the known and the unknown. Like any great city among the world, this city had its own stories which ran through its river, the Rijn in an almost hypnotic flow of their own. All Marcus would do was sit at the bridge and live these stories of the city through the reflections which he saw in the waters as they would be enhanced by the twilight setting in due to the sunset.
Somewhere at the back of his place, in his study table, were those rumpled pieces of paper waiting to be examined.
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