Perfect Stranger

I like that aura of darkness that surrounds him. I like his face, sad eyes. He is strangely beautiful, like a night without stars.

He was sitting on the tree in the nearest park. It was beautiful winter night. Sky was violet and full of stars.
There was my favourite time. The time, when the Moon shines at the sky and there is no one on the road.
There was a strange luggage with him. Something like coffin. But it wasn't as frightening as it should be.
The picture of man lost in present, someone timeless, different, wild, but not frightening. Interesting traveller with a strange luggage.
That was him. The unknown, beautiful stranger whom I would like to know...
A new target in my life.