His Dream

Lost in his thoughts, a young boy walked past the once majestic yellow-brick building. As he traced the rough yet gloriously warm walls of whatever was left of the structure, his mind wandered off from his surroundings, to a world much more intriguing than his own. One would have thought his imagination went no further than kings and knights, swords and horses, castles and forts; but this was no ordinary boy.  He was not ordinary, for instead of kings, he thought of the common man; and instead of swords, he wanted peace. Where other boys his age ambitiously talked about what they wanted to do with their lives, he dreamed of what he could do for others. He stopped and leaned against the crumbling wall of bricks, one foot resting on the little gap that a missing brick left. That particular afternoon, he just wanted to be invisible to the whole world and submerge himself in the beauty and serenity of the quiet ruins; imagining what all this architectural marvel had witnessed once.. whispers, laughter, love, tears...  

He closed his eyes, oblivious to the scorching heat and an occasional passer-by, and tried to imagine what this building looked like once. He suppressed a wave of pleasure when he could picture the grand building in another era, full of life. He just wanted to imagine more and more. A blaring horn from a passing car jolted him back to reality. He felt a pang of disappointment for the interruption in his beautiful thoughts. He looked at the old watch his adoring mother had given him, once belonging to his grandfather, and realized it was time to go. He looked up one last time at the silent, dilapidated walls and made a promise to himself..One day he would return and bring this evidence of history to its former glory..One day...