Every morning, without fail, Samuel watched the sunrise above his old garage. For hours he’d sit, watching the fiery pinks and reds become crisp and blue. Samuel would imagine the new days approaching. He’d reflect the time that had past. After hours of thought, he’d grab his cane and limp his way back to saint Josephs nursing home.
Every single morning, he’d make it only a few feet. The nurses would frantically discover Samuel and put him in an ambulance. They would scold him and lock him in his room. Samuel hated it here. It felt like a prison.
The low ceilings made the building feel suffocating. The chairs were unpleasing and hurt Samuel’s back. Worse of all, the nurses were rude and careless. Samuel planned to escape for real one day.
He thought about life on the road the freedom he so much desired. To him, that seemed natural to dream about in the presence of the sun. After all, the sun rises and sets every morning and night. So why can’t it offer a new beginning?
Samuel snuck out like he always did. The hospital rushed to his old house, to the garage he loved so dearly. They couldn’t find anything, Samuel was nowhere to be found. He had gone the opposite way. He walked all the way to the Hallipart airway. He got in his old plane and flew into the sky.
After that, a national search took place, for years nobody could find Samuel the elusive escaped elderly man. Until one day his body was found peacefully laying in a meadow. It was all the way in Canada if you can believe it. He was looking where the sun rose thinking about the future.