In front of the fourth door, August sits calmly, looking through the long-brown-brick-tunnel. His leather suit is half-opened, half dust, some drippin' sweats of his neck run down through his muscular chest. He keeps the fourth door open wide. And inside of it, the scenery of the late afternoon can be perfectly seen.
The strong wind dances trees, the v-shaped cranes fly back home, and the blue-red-orange clouds reflect the sunset.
The fourth day, almost fifth. August drops his ears to the sounds of nature. Calmly, he hears many: Adzan, chime, roar, anger, cry, joy, raindrop, grass-whisper, even humming of bees.
This time he's blessed more. This time, he's in full of concentration.
Sturdily steps on his bare feet, he raises his bow and shoots,
One for wish of blessing;
One for wish of wisdom;
One for wish of health;
One for wish of joy;
One for wish of save;
One for wish of care;
One for wish of peace;
One for wish of strength.
All the arrows fly through the air, reach their own path.
He gets one match and scratches on his left boot, soon, it sparkles then down to a bone-made cigarette pipe. Twin Gemini gave him that long time ago as present.
"Aaaahhh...." the tobacco and the afternoon wind breeze on his shoulder should make this perfect for him.
He smiles a bit, just a little pull up on his lips. August looks to the end of the tunnel,
There will be 27 seven more doors to go.
He opens one door, the one which designed to be the his next destination. He enters calmly as the bright shine rushing out abruptly from the opened door.
