And He Was Gone - 1. One

The first time I saw Devin was on a sunny afternoon, a month to summer break. It was hard to tell what I was looking at, through beads of sweat, perpetual jiving shouts of an early game of Ultimate and bubbly pollens, but my senses eventually sort of registered. For a stupid moment, I actually thought he was a spirit. The bottom edge of the sun was just riding the horizon, and he was submerged in this halo of light that tore his figure into an outlandish silhouette.

Then for the next few stupid moments, I stared as a temporary sheath of clouds filmed the sky and as he walked straight from that chunk of heaven. It was like, totally freaky. My eyes continued to follow, transfixed on his lone figure, pupils contracting, until the Frisbee whizzed in between my nonexistent guard and smacked me hard in the face.

Ten seconds broken from the spell, ten seconds deprived; he had vanished by the time I had looked back.