Vidar (the_silent) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-12-10 09:15:00 |
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Who: Vidar and OPEN
What: Practicing patience
When: Thursday morning
Where: Lower Manhattan
Warning: Nada
He'd taken his first day for no other reason than he felt restless. The weather was chilly, despite the presence of sunlight, wind brisk and comfortingly bitter as it swept across the landing outside his hotel, lifting leaves and otehr debris into brief, vicious gusts before moving on to the next stoop. And the next, and so forth.
Vidar remained motionless for a couple of minutes, letting the sounds of the city sweep over him; blaring of taxis, a jumble of human voices in English, with bits of other languages creeping in depending on the direction his hearing was aimed at, a low pulse here and there of violence, the scream of the subway as it sped by underneath the street. Until recently, he had hated it, a concrete jungle in place of a natural one, but his latest sojourn into the wilderness had reminded him to be patient.
Patience was something he'd once had in abundance, living a nomadic lifestyle on the plains between Asgard and Jotunheim, and the Norse god was determined to regain his peace of mind, and keep it, in this thoroughly modern era. At least his leather jacket was warm enough, and the boots reasonably sturdy.
Eventually he did move, heading away from the Greenwich neighborhood towards Church Street, and then southward, dodging New Yorkers and tourists alike, most of which were intent on finding a safe, warm, harbor. He passed by the World Trade Center site, pausing long enough to remember and honor the few Scandinavian victims, and moved on, crossing Fulton near the Millenium Hilton, and heading down Broadway.
His ultimate goal was to reach Battery Park, buy a hot dog and enjoy being around greenery and water, but he was in no hurry, content to wander and observe.