Apparition

So I am eating salmon off a side street watching people pass by looking at the fish, carrying their plastic bags of vegetables and fruit and I saw a real ghost.

It was my father. The man had the age - about 65, face lines, perfectly parted hair, glasses - a nervous twitch around his lower lip when he stopped nearby at a shop to inquire about tools or batteries.

He wore clean well styled black dress shoes. Retired. Casual slacks, button downed dress shirt and light blue jacket.

It was his height, thin frame, upright posture, severe serious eyes. The striking resemblance was his face, especially along his narrow cheek, aged yet mature - old yet spry like a fox - a careful astute yet kind man.

Bearing, attitude, manner, his personality this inherent hard won wisdom. Then he disappeared into a shop with green door as the fish seller tossed a silver mackerel to a black and white cat. The quick cat dragged it into cover.

Vision's memory.

Peace.