The wind felt colder on his cheeks
He could hear the clock hands move
His face was buried in his hands a moment ago
The moment before that saw him pacing about
Currently he was in deep thought
His brain transported him to yesterday's events
The medicine man and the sun simultaneously arrived at his doorstep
The message the former brought was simple
"He that is to come will to be of same profession with me"
And with that he left
Being a man who recorded everything,
He called on the family clerk to put in writing the prophecy
The clerk greeted him with another prophecy
"He that is to come will be better versed in word play than I"
"Congratulations sir, it is a boy"
Those words brought him back to the waiting room
A baby boy, born on April 9th, the midwife said out loud as she recorded it
