Never a Moment's Rest

A man sits in a park, observing nature, finally learning to appreciate it. Mid-twenties, intelligent and good looking by his own account, he's the type of man that's hard to find... and he knows it all too well. While staring at some squirrels playing what seems like a innocent game of tag, he notices that one of the squirrels is in fact a male, with a very noticeable erection. He laughs at the aroused squirrel, and redirects his attention to a young couple sitting a couple of benches away. He watches the twosome intently. They embrace each other oh-so-lovingly, silently announcing to the world that at this very moment, nothing else mattered. The man feels a twinge of nostalgia; his mind flashing back almost painfully to him playing hide and seek with his late wife. The image of her face leaks out from his subconscious like an unwanted yet expected flood. The tiny hairs on his neck coming to life as the memory of her touching him in all the places that make life worth living force their way through the carefully placed safety blocks. With his mind engulfed within itself, doing more damage than not, he doesn't notice the beautiful young woman coming up the path toward him. The man begins roughly wringing his large, calloused hands. They are covered in perspiration, turning bright red from the pressure. His brow is furrowed so deeply that they could have been one unit. His cheeks twitching, his eyelids fluttering like a captured butterfly, for anyone walking by, he would seem to be seizing. He very well may have been in need of medical attention. Luckily, for this strange specimen, that beautiful young woman walking his way was soon to graduate from the local Medical university. "Excuse me?" The young woman sits next to the jerking man, carefully scooting closer. She is genuinely confused by the hypnotized man's actions. His ailment unrecognizable to her. Perhaps he needs to lay of whatever drugs one takes to cause such a reaction? She moves closer to the stranger, wanting to know more about him. Her Mental Health education taking over, and the need to use the knowledge earning her PhD becomes priority. " Sir? Are you Ok?" She tries again. She stares at him with a meticulous eye. She watches his body language, making mental notes of the involuntary muscle spasms in his face, the unnatural brightness of his crimson red cheeks. She moves closer to look into his eyes, the pupils acute in their crystal blue prisons. A blue she recognized immediately, and with the same swiftness, forgot.