conductor

dan retired. he had enough of his senseless and pointless life as a [blank]. he has always wanted to be a conductor. having saved enough money to last the rest of his life, he spends every morning and evening (leaving the afternoon heat, except in winter, to itself) conducting to the air or to music sometimes. having left behind nothing, he is embracing everything else. its an intentional insanity that he has never indulged in since childhood.

there he is along the sidewalk sidling was he swings his arms through suburbia. the oaks are waving in response to the wind. his shaky old knees move in groove with the gaps in the sidewalk.