Sunshiyn — Artwork and blog of Megan Zupan

Eying the sliver received from nervously running his leathered hand back and forth across the weather-beaten bench, the man waited. He knew not what for, but yet he sat. Feeling the sun and the spring breeze upon his wrinkled face...dreaming of yesterdays. He blinks, seeing again the look on his daughter's face when she opened that Barbie doll for Christmas so many decades ago. He brings a tattered finger to his crow-footed eye and wipes away the tears...leaving clean streaks amid the grime coating his face. He takes a deep breath and visions of him and his brothers jumping off the rope swing and diving into the cool lake materialize within a brain tormented by life's unexpected turns...seemed like just a moment ago. A far-off bird makes its cry amidst a sky of forever blue...letting him know that he's more than what his appearance might suggest Hell, we all are. A gleaming tie and a blinding smile don't make for shit in the grand scheme of it all. He's a better man for his hardships and knowledge, true understanding of people, than the bastard with the lexus will ever be. Society doesn't know this...maybe never will. At least not admittedly. Such is life.